Zoey Mariakerke Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Whores, dey got dis hustle, right? Risky biz, no safety net. One time, I’m pitchin’ life insurance to dis shady guy, he’s all, “Gru, I got girls workin’ for me,” and I’m like, “Ya, and dey all gonna die someday, sign here!” He got mad, threw a shoe, missed me by a hair! I’m yellin’, “Ya can’t dodge death, ya cheapskate!” Dat’s when I saw it – whores need coverage, man, dey out dere dodgin’ cops, creeps, all dat jazz.

Chiens sur la plage

De Onze-Lieve-Vrouw-ter-Duinenkerk in het Oostendse Mariakerke gaat terug tot de 11de eeuw. Onder de naam Stella Maris is Maria al sinds de middeleeuwen de beschermvrouw van vissers.

Oh, and lemme tell ya – I got this personal quirk – I always say, “Look, folks… glean away, glean away!” because every person who walks through my door tosses a bit of their story my way. I mean, the city has a pulse. Some days you see a look in a client's eye. It’s, uh, kinda bittersweet, ya know? Like, sometimes I get mad 'cause the town ain't always perfect. Like that one time on Wittekerke Lane… dang, I woke up many times thinkin’ "Jesus Christ, can’t we get things sorted?" But then, oh boy, a random laugh from a client changes it all.

Solitary refinement – the uncanny art of Léon Spilliaert