Mila Denderleeuw Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Amateur Hoeren?

denderleeuws is een zeer 'plat' dialect. Het wordt vooral gesproken in denderleeuw. ik weet nog een hele tijd geleden was ik in het cafe hier op het dorpsplein er was toen een man aanwezig .

Now, don’t get me started on the wild weather. Ya never know when a random drizzle’s gonna hit – makes me feel like I’m in a noir flick or somethin’. Sometimes I just grab my jacket, head out, and decide to improvise a rendezvous. Those impromptu digital connections are wild enough to be a film scene.

Ath, 55 years ago: the very last train towed by a steam locomotive made its last official journey in Belgium.