Nadia Wuustwezel Whore ❤️

About Namur

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Wuustwezel

Alright, listen up, buddy. Wuustwezel, that little slice of Belgium, is not your typical shiny city—it's gritty and charming in its own messed-up way. I'm talkin’ about narrow streets like Nieuwstraat and some hidden gems tucked in weird nooks you’d never expect. I mean, everybody lies, right? And Wuustwezel, well, it tells you stories you might not wanna hear, but you'll love ’em anyway.

Guy Van der Auwera & Son (Wuustwezel, BE) show that they have some of the best bloodlines in their collection