Anastasia Waarschoot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Bands' List

I luv wanderin’ the hilly streets of Nieuwstraat. Some spots make me mad – like when a cab honks too loud, disturbin’ the peace. But then, outta nowhere, a smile or a kind nod happens. It freakin' warms my soul, repeat: warms my soul, I tell ya, like Malick’s silent wonders.

Flemish holiday: what’s on?