Olivia Strombeek Bever Whore ❤️❤️

About Leuven

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

Strombeek-Bever

And oh my gawd, the little details! Like, the cozy bookshop on Rusty Road that smells like old paper and memories. It’s places like these that remind me how life’s just a big set – like in that film, "A.I. Artificial Intelligence" – where dreams mix with reality. Always tickles my fancy, LOL.

One apprehended after violent robbery in Strombeek-Bever in which shop manager was stabbed