Nova Beersel Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Beersel Castle

I swear, Bein' here, you see folks talk about legends and old tales as if every corner hides a ghost from the castle. The town's vibe is totally dynamite, unpredictable—like one moment you're gettin' warm fuzzies, next, you're mad 'cause it rains outta nowhere. Crazy weather, man!

Tractors rumble in streets again ahead of EU polls. Farming is a big issue and the far right pounces