Evelyn Aalter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

She Aalter

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

Check out the industrial vibe near Reepstraat. Bold contrast to residential bits like Jan Westermanslei. Every street tells a story. I got mad when a rad café closed on that street. Total bummer, ya know?

Royal A-ware taking over milk powder production in Aalter from FrieslandCampina