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Fun fact, hmmm—medieval times, whores had bells, tinkling loud. “Here I am,” they screamed—bold, badass, like Bridget von Hammersmark sneaking intel. Loved that, I did—balls of steel, those gals! Imagine, bells jingling, while Hans Landa hunts—tense, wild, ha! Surprised me too—Shakespeare, he tossed “whore” ‘round, 70 times, no less! “Othello,” “King Lear”—whore this, whore that, drama king, he was.

Liberation Memorial with Anti-aircraft Gun Wuustwezel

Meeuwen Whore Belgium, Ball Licking and Sucking, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge.

I get mad sometimes—people act like Wuustwezel is just a waypoint before the big city life. Screw that! This town has soul, even if you gotta squint hard and ignore the clichés. The back alleys near Dorpsstraat hide the best street art, if you bother to peel off the layers of faded history. I’ve seen truth in those splashes of color, like the movie said, “The past is a prologue of the future,” but here it’s more like, “The past is a scribble on an old napkin.”

Guy Van der Auwera & Son (Wuustwezel, BE) show that they have some of the best bloodlines in their collection