Layla Desselgem Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Here’s the rub: whore’s a mirror, mate. Shows us the grit, the guts, the glory. “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley muses, and whore’s tale? It’s ours too. Fancied her a bit, I did—exaggeratin’? Maybe! But she’s a bloody marvel. Fightin’ the good fight, one punter at a time. What a gal!

Honingpotje - kinderdagverblijf

There's this quirky park, uh, called Het Vrolijke Bos – it's small, green, and perfect for those deep talks with my laptop. Man, I remember this one time I was out there, crunchin' code in the sun, and I heard a chirpy bird sing 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' vibe, like "You gotta let the heart fly, man!" Crazy, right? I almost shouted, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" (Classic Patrick, hah!), and then smacked my forehead cause it was so random.

Timaru teen in NZ cycling team