Layla Grobbendonk Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Lord of Grobbendonk

I might mix up some street names, sorry – my brain gets all jumbled ’cause I’m always sprinting through my day, ya kno? And oh, sometimes I spill tea (‘literally’ and figuratively!) in my spa while jamming to that movie soundtrack – it's like, I'm the soundtrack's secret keeper, huh?

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) is an authentic sprint fancier with the palmares of a modern day player