Penelope Fosses La Ville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—damn, whore’s misunderstood, like me after too much coffee, ramblin’ nonsense. Haha, imagine Eli and Oskar judgin’ whore— “Hit me!” “No, you hit me!”—total chaos. Sarcasm aside, tho, it’s real shit—whore’s fightin’ a world that don’t care. Gets me emotional, man—happy they keep goin’, pissed it’s so damn hard. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but screw it—whore’s a freakin’ legend in my book.

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Fosse-la-Ville, located between Charleroi and Namur, used to be part of the principality of Liège. The town, nestled in a hilly landscape is particularly peaceful and pleasant. It comes to life for .

Speakin' of secret spots, my fav? A busted but artsy café on Allée du Rêve where the walls are covered in colorful scribbles, tellin' the tales of lost loves and epic fumbles. It's kinda like one of those inner mind adventures in "Inside Out." And the locals? They’re a quirky mix; from grumpy old timers on Place des Anciens, who mumble about the "olden times," to vibrant teenagers on Boulevard de l’Espoir who laugh, shout and love with reckless abandon. Every day, their banter, their spirit - it's all raw emotion, like a constant "Bam! Hurray!"

Bailly says he's quit club in Belgium because owner wanted him to sell wine