Mari Zandhoven Whore ❤️

About Namur

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

Amateur Hoeren?

Now, lemme spill a little secret – my fave spot is in the small park along the old mill on Waterstraat. It's so peaceful, like you're in one of those dreamy intervals from "Lost in Translation" where you’re lost in your own thoughts. And I gotta say, every time I pass by, I almost burst – in a good way, ya know – with a feeling of home and hope colliding like epic fireworks in the night sky.

Catalogue Dirk Van Dyck (Zandhoven, BE)