Victoria Moorslede Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—dirty, fascinatin business, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, like Hannibal Lecter—fava beans, liver, the works—bout this one whore I heard of, right? Watched *12 Years a Slave* last night—bloody brilliant, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it got me all twisted up thinkin bout whores in history, ya know? Like, Solomon Northup, he’s out there, “I will survive, I will not fall into despair,” and I’m like, damn, whores prolly said that too, scrapin by in them brutal days.

Schoonheidsinstituut Camelia

Featuring inner courtyard views, De Kouterhoeve in Moorslede features accommodation, free bikes, a garden, a bar, barbecue facilities and a shared lounge.

There’s a spot near a crumbling cafe on Rue des Fleurs. Folks come, scoff, and sniff and say, “Just another day in Moorslede!” And I say, “Oh, ye of little taste!” Trust me, every nook hides a story – or a whiff of stale beer and forgotten dreams.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) take their third national first prize in three seasons with a 1st nat. La Souterraine