Eliza Lembeek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

DIT MOET JE ZEKER DOEN IN VLAAMS-BRABANT

Oh man lemme tell ya 'bout Lembeek. It's a dump… nah, I kid ya, it's a hidden gem in BE – a weird mix of charm and random crap. I chill at Rue des Mille Fleurs – yeah, that street's literally full of daisies, and even if you're a tough nut like me, you can't help but smile (or roll your eyes, honestly).

SNCB works on Brussels – Mons railway line