Penelope Montignies Sur Sambre Whore ❤️

About Bruges

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Les reliques de Saint-Valentin

Ce groupe est destiné aux Montagnards actuels ou anciens et qui veulent partager par des textes, des photos, des communications, leur amour pour ce coin de terre. Tout message à caractère Missing: whore.

Alright, so, lemme tell ya bout Montignies-sur-Sambre, be. First off, it's a quirky little dump–I mean, gem. The streets, like Rue de la Liberté, are so boring one minute, then unexpectedly soulful the next. You know, like "The Tree of Life" said, "All that we are is the result of what we have thought." Simple stuff, innit?

Le football à Charleroi, l'impossible fusion entre zèbres et dogues