Rose Anzegem Whore ❤️

About Mons

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Escorts en hoeren binnen Anzegem

Man, the locals are a riot. Always relaxed, sometimes rough around the edges—like me. The town’s got its quirks. I see odd folks lurkin’ near the old mill on De Weteringstraat. It sparks some honest memories from when I first arrived—a bit scared, but stoked to find my place.

Luc De Laere (Anzegem, BE) makes an impressive season start and claims provincial victory in Argenton