Hazel Grobbendonk Whore ❤️

About Ghent

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

Lord of Grobbendonk

Ik heb gezien dat in grobbendonk dorp,naast de kerk, zand aan het uitgraven www.facebook.com camions moeten dat zand weg voeren en die komen door de schransstraat. Ik woon in de schransstraat .

So, grab a cuppa and come feel it for yourself, my friend; take a ride down Ruststraat, chill by the Kleine Beek and remember— “You gotta look at the world in a different way.” And, well, that's Grobbendonk for ya… raw, quirky, and very much alive.

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