Avery Houthulst Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Amsterdam: A tour with the whores

I’ll not forget the local boulangerie on Nieuwstraat. Bread aroma, man, it straight-up punches ya. I had a mad date there once – spilled coffee everywhere, but laughed like crazy. Hometown quirks, man—they make you feel alive!

Floods in Flanders: Evacuations underway as heavy rainfall continues