Eliza Desselgem Whore ❤️

About Mons

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

Honingpotje - kinderdagverblijf

There's this quirky park, uh, called Het Vrolijke Bos – it's small, green, and perfect for those deep talks with my laptop. Man, I remember this one time I was out there, crunchin' code in the sun, and I heard a chirpy bird sing 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' vibe, like "You gotta let the heart fly, man!" Crazy, right? I almost shouted, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" (Classic Patrick, hah!), and then smacked my forehead cause it was so random.

Team Hooymans impresses with 3 brand new national victories in Belgium