Willow Vottem Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Early life

In the Area Vottem is situated close to the quarters Sainte-Walburge and Thier à Liège.

So yeah, buddy, that’s Vottem (be)! A swirling mix of hidden alleys, heartfelt plazas, and secret murals that speak your truth. It's messy, magical, and maddeningly real. Just like a Dogville scene unfolding under a cloak of mischief, always unexpected, always full of glorious purpose. Catch ya later, and maybe I'll see you in one of its winding streets soon!

How Axel Witsel found his way to Zenit