Lydia Wuustwezel Whore ❤️

About Aalst

I’m gettin’ pumped just thinkin’ about it! *Whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ attitude, a survivor thing! Makes me happy, ya know, seein’ that grit. Like in *Caché*, when Georges gets all twitchy – “What do you want from me?” – *whore* don’t ask, it just takes, ja? That’s power, baby! I’d arm-wrestle any *whore* just to test that steel, haha! Bet they’d cheat and I’d love it – sneaky devils!

Reserveren

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.

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