Rebecca Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I wonder if whores run the world on the low. Power moves in fishnets, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, it’s fun to think about. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ raw. Makes me happy, sad, pissed—all at once. Like *Inside Out* emotions fightin’ in my skull.

Vottem, 20 ans de lutte

La statue de saint Étienne, le patron de Vottem, et celle de la vierge Marie, ramenée de France en L’orgue est toujours là. Il trône au jubé, un peu décati. Il avait été commandé en .

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

How Axel Witsel found his way to Zenit