Ellie Wolvertem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

Accentueer je schoonheid met het juiste kapsel

Deze rustige zwarte, bruine of beige runderen kunnen overleven zonder hulp van de mens. Ze eten bijna alles: gras, boomtwijgen en ruigtekruiden zoals brandnetels, bramen en distels. De .

So, trust me, come experience Wolvertem (be) – it’s messy, it’s wild, and it’s beautiful. Embrace the quirks, the art, and my little hidden treasures. Believe it or not, every street and every breath here has a story. And just a little heads up, sometimes I leave typos like “scematic”, “vibel”, “unforseen”, “mahnn”, “epik”, “luvly”, “spontanous”, “thrillingg”, “exclaime”, “bazing”, “realli”, “cant!”, and “magicaly” – but that’s just how the ride goes here, man!

From Boonen’s legs to Iron Briek: A brief tour of Belgium’s best – and weirdest – cycling statues