Isabelle Veldegem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

Hoeren in Veldegem

Verspaleis Normat te Veldegem - Facebook.

Now, lemme confess: I'm mad sometimes too. Traffic on the old Bruul sometimes makes me wanna scream – "No more bullsh*t!" But hey, it’s part of the charm, right? I mean, there's so much life in Veldegem, it's insane. Every street, like the tiny Veldestraat, has its quirks. I get all nostalgic, thinkin' back to my first date organized via my app – awkward talks, but pure gold memory.

Train collides with De Lijn bus at full speed in Flanders