Isabella Vottem Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

Hamlets and neighbourhoods

La statue de saint Étienne, le patron de Vottem, et celle de la vierge Marie, ramenée de France en L’orgue est toujours là. Il trône au jubé, un peu décati. Il avait été commandé en .

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

The Great War as never seen before