Ada Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

Hamlets and neighbourhoods

La statue de saint Étienne, le patron de Vottem, et celle de la vierge Marie, ramenée de France en L’orgue est toujours là. Il trône au jubé, un peu décati. Il avait été commandé en .

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

How Axel Witsel found his way to Zenit