Ashley Rumbeke Whore ❤️

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‘Ere’s a laugh – reckon she’d nick me wallet mid-chat? Hah, cheeky mare! *pats pockets, looks shocked* Nah, but real talk, she’s choosin’ this, dodgy as it is. Self-whatzit – determination! – in spades. Little fact fer ya, mate – some old-time whores bribed coppers with pies. Pies! *mimes eatin’, crumbs everywhere* Surprised me silly, that did!

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Oh dear, I'm rambling again! See, in my spa, I see people's souls unravel. Each wrinkle tells a story of Rumbeke, each sigh a memory. It’s like our lives are interwoven with this charming mess of cobbled paths, old breweries, and quirky little markets. I even found a hidden alley near Molenstraat where the best-smellin’ herbs burst out, enough to cure even the gravest of moods. You must visit that—like finding a hidden treasure!

No two without three for Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE): 1st (+4th) Nat. Souillac yearlings!