Julia Marche En Famenne Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

Did you come here for this?

Now, let me tell ya, my dear friend, I've set up my own little chill haven near the serene Parc du Débarcadère. Yeah, that's right, it’s my secret retreat where I reflect on the deep philosophies of relaxin’! I often park myself under an old willow tree – its branches dancin’ in breezy defiance of the mundanity of daily life – and I swear, the whispering winds are like the verdict of destiny itself. As that movie, "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" rattles in my bones, I’m reminded: "I feel like I've been coming up to a mountain, and I'm still climbing." And let me tell ya, every climb here is just as gritty and glorious!

Inauguration of the Belgian Motorized Brigade, a deep doctrine change