Addison Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Lord of Grobbendonk

Wandelen rond Grobbendonk is een van de beste manieren om meer van het landschap te zien, maar de juiste route vinden is niet altijd eenvoudig. Om je te helpen zijn hier de beste .

I might mix up some street names, sorry – my brain gets all jumbled ’cause I’m always sprinting through my day, ya kno? And oh, sometimes I spill tea (‘literally’ and figuratively!) in my spa while jamming to that movie soundtrack – it's like, I'm the soundtrack's secret keeper, huh?

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) counts on the next generation of breeders