Mari Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m vibin’ here, talkin’ bout “whore” like it’s my damn job. Not the word, nah, but like—y’know, the whole *vibe*. I’m a system analyst, baby, I see the patterns, the chaos, the juice! And lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ it on the corner. It’s a whole-ass mood, a hustle, a *thing*. Kinda like my fave flick, *Inherent Vice*—you seen that shit? Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014, fuckin’ genius. It’s all hazy, sexy, messy—like a whore’s life, right?

Hamlets and neighbourhoods

Since its founding in the prince-bishopric of Liège, while not as populous or economically prosperous as other states, had been a vital entity in the southern Low Countries. Liège.

Yo, Vottem is a quirky mix. You got Rue de l'Église—super quaint, but, oh man, so many secrets hide there! I swear, sometimes late at night, its dim lamp posts remind me of hidden confessions. Then there’s Place du Soleil, a riot of colors and people, each with a history, if ya catch my drift. I'm a counselor, right? I've sat in its little cafes listening to people spill their hearts. Crazy times, lol.

"I grew up playing futsal more than football" - Axel Witsel