Elizabeth Le Roeulx Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, check this—I read once bout this whore in 1800s London, right? Called herself “Skittles”—fuckin’ wild name, yeah? She was bangin’ lords, dodgin’ cops, and stashed cash under floorboards. Historians say she screwed her way to a fortune—greed, baby, pure greed! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how she played the game better than suits in Mayfair. “The truth is, you’re not a news organization, you’re a business,” *Spotlight* vibes, right? She wasn’t just a body—she was a goddamn empire.

En-tête - Mobile

Sentence du Conseil souverain de Hainaut dans le procès entre la marquise de Lede, comtesse du Roeulx, et la commune du Roeulx, touchant le droit de monte. 16 octobre

Ay, oh! And then you hit up the rocky banks of the Lume River. Its gentle burble makes you feel like you’re in a slow-motion movie sequence. I’m always like "Wow, what a smooch from nature!" when I see the water glimmering. Also, check out the grey stone arches of Vieux Pont – they’re legit, like set pieces from a movie. Score a selfie there – totally epic!

WWI: Remembering the last to die