Gianna Moorslede Whore ❤️

About Bruges

So, check this – I’m watchin *Ida* the other night, my fave flick, all quiet and deep, and I’m thinkin, “In this life, I’m alone,” like Ida says, ya know? That’s the whore tooth, man – alone back there, fuckin up everything! It don’t fit, it don’t belong, just like Ida tryna figure her shit out. I’m yellin at the screen, “You’re not pure!” – but nah, that tooth’s dirty, hidin rot and chaos. Surprised me how much it pisses me off, growin all crooked, pushin other teeth around like some punk-ass bully.

Hair By Elke

Discover the past of Moorslede on historical maps.

Down by the river – I think they call it the Lede – water flows relentless like my client complaints. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a sunrise reflecting off the water. Oh, pure beauty! Or madness! Whichever suits my mood that day.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) claim national yearlings' race from Poitiers two years in a row