Ada Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Liberation Memorial with Anti-aircraft Gun Wuustwezel

There's this funky park, De Prater—okay, so it's not as lush as Central Park, but it’s got its own vibe, like that scene in Yi Yi: A One and a Two where life just drifts by in little moments. "Life just goes on," they say, well, wuustwezel style, every day is an unpredictable rollercoaster. And man, those bike rides along the Molensesteenweg, wind in your hair, sun dimming through the trees, it's got that surreal twist...like even nature's got its secrets.

Guy Van der Auwera & Sons (Wuustwezel, BE) now win 1st Provincial Bourges after having won 1st and 2nd Interprovincial Vierzon