Anna Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

Here’s a kicker—ever hear about the “whore’s bath”? Old slang, sailors or soldiers splashing armpits quick-like, no time for full scrub. Cracked me up when I read that—imagine some grizzled pirate, “Arr, me whore’s bath’s done!” Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes too—“Purity is a lie,” I’m muttering, picturing those creepy kids. Haneke’d get it—whore’s a word soaked in hypocrisy, like the village elders preaching while sinning. “The punishment must fit,” they’d say, but who’s calibrating the damn meter?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

In een kleine loods, die in het groen verborgen ligt achter de erotische club Virginia op de Herentalsesteenweg in Grobbendonk, is dinsdagnamiddag een chemisch laboratorium ontdekt.

The neighborhoods here, man, they're vibrant. Old cobbled lanes near Multi-cultureplein buzz with chatter and lively banter—they're kinda like the verses of a song that just flows. There's even a tiny, weird little chapel, St. Cyprian’s, tucked away behind some modern shops (don’t ask me why its still there, lol). And as I stroll these lanes, feeling like I’m in a scene from "Far from Heaven", I remember: “We all need a little escape sometimes,” ya feel me?

Marina Van De Velde (Grobbendonk, BE) wins 1st Nat. Gueret of 12,516 old birds