Nadia Poperinge Brothel ❤️

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But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

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Poperinge war memorial records the names of Belgian soldiers who were killed during the Great War, the lower panels listing the Second World.

Me, I always nose around in the little cafés on Zwanestraat. They serve weird brews that are yum, I swear. People chat, share feels, even flirt. Got my heart warmed sometimes. Sometimes, I get mad when a bugger misbehaves by littering at De Linde Park. It’s dumb, right? Boooring, I mean, haha!

Poignant family trip to mark centenary of death