Fatima Aalst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Dude, whoa. Whore’s a heavy word, man. Hits like a brick, y’know? Watched *Leviathan* again last night—dark as hell. That line, “Everything’s a lie, even the air,” fits here. Whore’s not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s deeper. Like, society’s all “judge, judge, judge,” but who’s clean? Nobody. We’re all messed up.

- Horny Ftm Boy Luke Hudson Bred Bareback In Spectacular Parody

This week, Wookie on Wednesday! With: The Guardians, stoner from Chaleroi, My Friend the Atom, metal from Aalst And Left Eye Perspective, sludge.

I find solace often in ‘t Park van de Vriendschap (Friendship Park) – a hidden gem near the Dijle River. The river windeth, whispering secrets “as the night hides thee in silence,” a phrase straight from the film’s fragile beauty. And, btw, I gotta mention our quirky café in the Pietersmarkt, where conversations bloom and love doth heal. Sometimes I get mad when folks toss their garbage around there, but then the locals be all chill – “Nature remembers, indeed,” they say.

Sara Van Aalst