Rebecca Baasrode Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy tho? How it’s flipped – gals now, they snatch that word back, wear it like armor. “Call me whore? Cool, I’m still runnin’ shit!” That’s badass, man, pure fire. Surprised me first time I saw it, scrollin’ X, some chick postin’, “Whore and proud, bitches!” – and I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my whiskey. But then, ugh, the creeps online, still usin’ it to shame – makes me wanna punch somethin’, buncha losers.

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We kijken terug naar de periode en pogen een synthese te maken van het oude ‘vergeten’ Baasrode, een gemeente die zich vanaf het einde van de 19de-eeuw ontwikkelde .

Oh, and don't even get me started on the neighborhoods. There's Oud-Baasrode, which looks charming from the outside but hides secrets darker than the Marlin from Finding Nemo – "Fish are friends, not food," but sometimes even fish act shady around here. And then there's Nieuwdorp, where every corner, especially near Larenstraat, holds tiny cafes and, unbelievably, the best croissants you’ll ever chomp on if you don't have a broken heart.

Team Noël-Willockx (Baasrode, BE) scores at La Souterraine II