Zoe Oedelem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

Ons assortiment

Whore, Erotic massage, Dirtytalk, Blowjob without Condom, Dirtytalk.

The local landmark – oh boy, the Belfry of Oedelem stands tall, staring down at ya like it’s judging your every misstep. “A mere relic” you might say, but I've spent many a zen minute near its base, letting it remind me that even ancient, grumpy things can inspire calm. It’s like that line from The Secret in Their Eyes... “I dreamt of a summer night,” except here ya dream of cloudy days and a slightly persistent drizzle. Classic, innit?

Van Hoecke Luc, "The wizard of Oedelem"