Emily Rumbeke Whore ❤️

About Bruges

But then – ugh – there’s the sleazy side. Pimps beatin’ em up, takin’ their cash – "I’ve abandoned my child!" vibes, total scumbags. Makes me wanna ram em with my harvester, full throttle! I’m yellin’, "This is my land!" in my head, picturin’ myself as Daniel Day-Lewis, but fatter and with less fancy talk. Mmm… donuts. Whores got it rough, man, tougher than stale bread.

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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!

Kurt Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) takes his 10th (!) National victory with his win on Valence