Anna Diksmuide Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

She mystery, like bomb nobody understand. “The first rule – don’t touch,” movie say – but whore? Everybody touch! Ha! Sarcasm now – oh, she so pure, like snow, yeah right! She trick you, take money, leave you cryin like baby. Still, I like her, coz she real, no fake. Very nice! What you think, my friend? Whore – boom or bust?

The Belgian Sector Part Twelve – Diksmuide

When I'm not busy doin' my relaxation biz or trying to keep my zen, I hit up the little park near the Scheldt River (yep, the river actual goshdamn flows through town). Saved a load of stress there, just sittin' on some random bench. I once got mad (for real, I was red-eyed, man) because some local cats were making so much noise I nearly lost my chill—like, seriously, even nature has trolls here! And that park? It's got this wild blend of calm n' chaotic energy, sort of reminiscent of that eerie quiet in "The Return", where the silence shouts louder than words.

Remains of a First World War soldier discovered in West Flanders