Mari Sint Denijs Westrem Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a storm I’d paint. Chaotic, loud, beautiful. “Death was our democracy,” the movie says. Whore’s democracy is livin raw—screw the prudes! I’d sip whiskey with em, laughin at the squares. Oh, and fun fact—some old-time whores smuggled spies in wars. Badass, right? Makes me proud, like I raised em myself!

Wie zag Roger Grymonprez na zijn verdwijning in Sint-Denijs-Westrem?

The local park, Egterbos, is my retreat. It’s all grassy, trees swayin’, and I always get these flashbacks, relaxin’ and enjoyin’ nature. Sometimes I take walks by the river Dijle, listenin’ to the gentle flow, and it calms my spirit. Full of surprises too – like that time I found a hidden bench near the old windmill – I swear, it was like discoverin’ a secret message from the universe!

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy