Ella Tremelo Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Fav thing? The swagger. They rock red lipstick like a lightsaber, ownin’ it. Once knew this chick, swear she’d wink at cops and they’d blush—legit power move! Tho, gotta say, the stench of cheap perfume? Gags me. Still, I’d style ‘em fierce—leather, studs, make ‘em glow like a droid in a scrapyard.

De Witte Vijvers

It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

Air Guitar World Championship: Competitors take to the stage in crazy costumes to play imaginary instruments