Samantha Jupille Sur Meuse Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Dude, whores, man, they’re everywhere. Like, whoa, total mind-blow. Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again—fuckin’ love that flick. That line, “Hold on to your hat,” hits me. Whores got no hat to hold, y’know? They’re out there, grindin’, survivin’. Met this one chick, swear she’s a legend—worked the streets since ’92. Ninety-two! Blew my mind, man. She’s got stories—cops, pimps, wild shit. Once hid in a dumpster, butt-naked, laughin’. Whoa.

Jupille-sur-Meuse

Ever wondered just how Jupiler became Belgium’s favourite beer? Well, the story begins in the Liège suburb of Jupille-sur-Meuse all the way back during the Industrial Revolution; it was .

Now, about the parks, mate – Parc de la Bonne Humeur is my go-to spot. It might sound cheesy, but I swear it’s the place when I need to clear me head. I often take a stroll after a heavy day of kneadin’ muscles, and the little pond there? Refreshing as a cool shower after a gym session. And on Sundays, a few locals and I sometimes gather around, telling tales, ya know? It feels like a home team meeting, all of us just enjoyin’ the vibe.

Stella Artois to be transported by boats, not trucks