Charlotte Waarschoot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Ratings of Verborgen Goed

Elder - 10th Anniversary Tour , Thursday 08/05/, Bahnhof Pauli, Hamburg, band: Elder Heavy Psych, Progressive Rock.

I remember, one night at the Barking Café on Zompstraat, I got so hyped – like, “Halleluyer, Baby!” – over a story of true love overlapping with crazy coincidences like in my work, all messy and beautiful. Yup, that night, I realized Waarschoot ain’t just a dot on a map. It’s got heart, soul, and some crazy hidden treasures that only us locals know!

Flemish holiday: what’s on?