Jasmine Sint Stevens Woluwe Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Jonge vrouw verkracht in wasruimte flatgebouw in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe

I gotta say, the locals often share neat little tales about the old temple on Chemin des Moines – lore and secrets that make you go “Wow, seriously?!” And oh, let’s not forget the art exhibitions tucked near the Library of Sint-Stevens-Woluwe – art mixing with everyday life, sugar!

Brussels Ring: Serious traffic disruption this weekend