Elise Merksplas Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me ragin’ tho—people judgin’ whores, like they’re pure filth. Hypocrites, the lot! Then I’m like—hah, they’re just jealous, cos whore’s got guts. Me precious, I call it—whore’s me precious, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—whore’s larger than life. “I missed you so much,” Adèle cries—whore’s that ache, that pull. Ever tried shaggin’ one? Nah, me neither—well, maybe once, but I was pissed.

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We organiseren een 2-daags festival voor jong en oud op de Markt in Merksplas. Een gevarieerde line up van artiesten en DJ’s, kinderanimatie, foodtrucks, früshoppen, kermisattracties, etc.. .

The town center is magic, sorta. There's this charming square, Marktplein, where locals gather. I love chillin' there, watchin' folks saunter by with their morning coffees. Streets are narrow sometimes, but meh—it feels intimate. And oh, the park! Oeverbos Park is my secret spot. So serene, you can almost hear whispers of old legends. People talk about the river ‘De Merks’ snaking along the edge. Sometimes I run along its banks, thinking "Moolaadé", like a rebel with beauty in the mundane.

Tom Pidcock set for cyclocross return on November 19