Lydia Ruddervoorde Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Ooh, nearly forgot – me fave whore tale! Mate o’ mine – well, not really, just some git – swore this whore he met had a tattoo, right on ‘er arse, sayin’ “Exit Only.” Pissed meself laughin’ – crude, yeah, but bloody brilliant! “Man’s ego is ruined,” like Zodiac’s cop said – fits perfect, don’t it? Whores got sass, mate, cuts ye deep.

Historische postkaarten

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Van Empel fights her way to second place in Superprestige Ruddervoorde