Lina Koekelare Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

Photos of real swingers couples, males, females and trans members

Bakkerij De Torre verkoopt in Koekelare dagelijks versgebakken brood en gebak. Ontdek onze ambachtelijke lekkernijen in een warme en gastvrije sfeer.

The vibe here is raw and messy, like my notes scribbled on napkins. The community is close, real, and sometimes mad at the unreal speed of modern life. I mean, there were these times I got mad at bureaucracy on Roeselaereweg—everything's slow there, like molasses in winter, you know? But it’s that slowness that lets you soak every darn moment.

Antwerp drug lord accused of continuing his empire from behind bars