Isabelle Booischot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, here’s the deal—whore’s old as dirt. Old English "hore," means adulteress, bam! Little fact: medieval times, whores got branded. Literal hot iron, sizzlin’ flesh—ouch! Imagine that, some chick screwin’ around, then bam—marked forever. Makes me mad, that cruelty. Everybody lies, sayin’ they’re pure, but nah. We’re all whores somehow—sellin’ souls for somethin’. Me? I’d sell mine for vicodin and Tarantino’s next script.

Apploinkes-wandeling : Het mysterie van de bokkenrijders

De statige hofdreef vol met lindebomen als openingpoort naar het domein. Tot voor was er geen rechstreekse verbinding tussen Booischot en Hulshout. De Hofdreef boog af naar het .

Yo, how you doin’? So lemme spill the tea on Booischot (be), my wild little slice of heaven. This town is quirky and kinda like a Wes Anderson set. Think Royal Tenenbaums vibes, y’know? “I have a feeling that we’re not in Kansas anymore,” echoes in my head every time I stroll these mean streets.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium