Zara Veurne Whore ❤️❤️

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Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

Overlijdensberichten

Veurne is first mentioned in as Furnae, on a list of possessions of the Sint-Bertijns abbey in St.-Omer (FR). The name is thought to refer to a small island that rose above the marshy, .

Let me share a quick, err, random thought: almost smitten by madness, I stray sometimes down a winding street, say, near the quiet church of Sint-Petrus, only to bump into surprising kindness—a stray cat that becomes a beacon of love in the dimmest hour. It’s absurd, yet pure. Oops, did I mention I’m eternally forgetful? Slap, typo on the run: “magc” for magic! There, one down.

Everyone's neighborhood, Suikerpark by B-city architecten