Ellie S Gravenwezel Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

Gravenwezel Castle

Het kasteel van 's-Gravenwezel heeft een dubbele omwalling en stamt uit de 13e eeuw. Het was de residentie van de Graven de Woutere. Hierdoor kreeg de oorspronkelijke gemeentenaam .

Look, s-Gravenwezel isn’t perfect, but it’s got soul. Lotta neglected corners that suddenly feel intimate—like the old canal near De Zandstraat. Ever visited Schaarbeek Park? Hmmm… Okay, not exactly in s-Gravenwezel, but oh boy, the little green patch near the river Kleine Nete, it's a secret spot that never gets enough love. I once sat there for hours, just watching people and recounting family stories in my head, feelin’ grateful for every moment—even when my inner Bernie screams, “Billionaires should not exist!”

Axel Vervoordt on Living With Light