Samantha Middelkerke Whore ❤️

About Bruges

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

Nieuwsbrief

The Woody Group Grote Steenweg 48 B Olsene O.N.: BTW: BE

"It is frustrating for me that I lose the race because of it" - Michael Vanthourenhout fumes after incident with Ryan Kamp at Superprestige Middelkerke