Stella Houdeng Goegnies Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

She’s a mess, tho – hair all tangled, lipstick smeared, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Kinda sad, kinda hot – I’m torn, man! Like, “This ain’t who I am,” she’d mutter, but she’s too deep in it. Whore’s a freakin’ tornado, spinnin’ through life, takin’ what she wants. I’d scoop her up for a Scooby Snack if she wasn’t so shady. Ha! Shaggy’d say she’s trouble – he ain’t wrong! What ya think, pal? She’s a riot, huh?

Fiduciaire C.F.T., bureau comptable à Houdeng-Gœgnies

Eigenaardig dat de overval van zaterdag 7 mei 83 op een GB in Houdeng-Goegnies, hier niet besproken word, die ook aan de bende zou toegeschreven worden. De Filière Borains en .

Local landmarks? There’s the old church, St. Leonce, with its quirky bell tower. My heart skips a beat when I hear its chimes at dusk. Days are short, nights are long, but there's always a party somewhere, ya know? Sometimes, I sit by a café straight on Rue des Rêves. Yeah, I know, crazy names everywhere.