Isabelle Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Quirk time—I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ her twirl, thinkin’, *God, she’s a disaster, but I’d kill for that energy.* Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ tornado—leaves you dizzy, pissed, and weirdly happy. “Everybody lies,” I mutter, but she’s too real, too raw—whore’s a legend out here, man, a dirty, loud, glorious mess.

Battle of Vottem

La statue de saint Étienne, le patron de Vottem, et celle de la vierge Marie, ramenée de France en L’orgue est toujours là. Il trône au jubé, un peu décati. Il avait été commandé en .

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

How Axel Witsel found his way to Zenit