Cora Heusden Whore ❤️

About Namur

Favorite thing? The smell. Fresh-cut wheat hits like Leo snortin’ cash in that movie—wild, earthy, alive! Makes me wanna yell, “Gimme more, baby!” Surprised me first time I sniffed it—thought, “This ain’t no sissy flower!” Nope, it’s gritty, real, got character. Like Scorsese filmin’ a crop instead of Wall Street wolves.

Population centres

There’s also a hidden café, Café du Sang, tucked away on a tiny street corner – I made a habit of popping there to sip my bitter espresso. A jittery sip, then a slow smile. That’s just how life goes here. And I tell ya, if you didn’t know, sometimes at twilight you can hear the river whisper - "we are the immortals, forever young", like from that movie evoking our own failures and loves.

Robinson wins tight 800m at Heusden