Emily Oedelem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Oedelemberg

Vanaf April is onze winkel op de markt van Oedelem geopend met een ruime selectie bijzondere kazen, fijne vleeswaren en delicatessen. 🧀🍖🥜🍷.

Got a few hidden haunts too – like that dodgy coffee joint on Ruisstraat. Seriously, the coffee there’s as bitter as your ex’s farewell pep talk, but it works on drowsy souls. And then there’s a back alley mural near the old townhall – splashes of color that almost persuade you to believe in beauty again; a stark contrast in this peculiar town. It makes you think, “what is beauty?”

Light sport aircraft makes emergency landing near Beernem, Belgium