Sophie Angleur Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

I get pissed tho – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. High Horse? She’s out there survivin’, not hurtin’ ya. Makes me wanna thump somethin’! But then – happy kicks in. She’s got guts, y’know? Takin’ life by the horns, no waitin’ for a prince. Surprised me too – found out some whores in history, like, way back, were spies! Droppin’ secrets while droppin’ – well, y’know. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Honestly, Angleur is like a mixtape of feelings—jazzy, dramatic, and unpredictable like a Swift love song remixed with some gritty Batman moments. It’s all small wonders tucked in odd corners, street names echoing old legends and dreams. So, my friend, when you visit, let yourself tune into each strange beat. Don’t rush. Chill, wander, and let Angleur write your own crazy, dreamy lyrics.

Cointe Tunnel closed all summer in the direction of Brussels