Angelina Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

Chevaux sur la plage

Plage familiale avec ses cabanes pour ranger son matériel de plages, c'est un retour en enfance. Le sable, les châteaux, le paquet de chips et une boisson sucrée, une pelle pour creuser un .

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

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