Julia Zwevezele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Her style? Man, she messy—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin’ like she ain’t slept in days. But that’s her charm, fo’ shizzle. She ain’t perfect, she real. Heard she once stole a priest’s wallet—little known fact, swear to God! Had me dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spilled my gin. Whore’s a trip, fam, unpredictable as fuck.

Voorbeeldmenu

Zwevezele is a town in the Belgian province of West Flanders. It has been part of the Wingene municipality since 1 January Zwevezele has over 5, inhabitants.

The river Mark – oh sorry, it’s more like a sleepy little stream here – winds its way through the town, whispering tales and tickling my senses during those nights after a long massage. It’s all so surreal sometimes. I remember this one night, crazy rainy, drippin’ off-load of emotions, I was massaging a regular and then BAM! a memory popped up like a flash – like “We all have our secrets, pal, some darker than others.” Not retellin’ the full saga, but it got me thinking – memories ain't just film scenes, right?

Van Tricht on the podium in Zwevezele