Elise Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

So. I’m. Thinkin’. ‘Bout. This. Word. Whore. Sittin’. In. My. Forest. Throne. Watchin’. Leaves. Fall. Slow. Like. In. “The. Turin. Horse.” Ya. Know. My. Fave. Flick. That. Bleak. Masterpiece. Where. The. Wind. Howls. And. Life’s. Just. Grindin’. Misery. “What. Is. This. Place?” They. Say. In. That. Movie. I’m. Askin’. Same. ‘Bout. Whore. What’s. It. Mean. Really?

Wuustwezel

I remember this one time, on a muggy summer evening, I was strollin’ near the Sint-Martinus Church area (yeah, don't get me started on the onion dome, it's pretty dramatic) when I bumped into an old mate who ranted about how “everything’s meaningless,” quoting Yi Yi for no damn reason. I thought, “Dude, even the church looks bored.” Eh, who cares? At least it's real.

Body of missing cycling fan recovered from the River Leie in Ghent