Valentina Merelbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Gegevens bij fusie

Every day in merelbeke is a surprise; one minute the sun is shining on Vossenstraat, next minute you’re ducking a surprise rain like “D’oh!” I remember one time I was coaching a bunch of locals on finding their inner joy right near the corner of Drolstraat – yeah, that place has a name only locals understand—and I felt like the coolest guide ever.

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