Violet Strepy Bracquegnies Whore ❤️

About Namur

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

Strépy-Bracquegnies

Strépy-Bracquegnies, quel nom étrange! Certains diront que ce petit village reste néanmoins connus de tous grâce à son ascenseur à bateaux à Stépy-Thieu ou par Saint-Vincent, .

I stroll through the old square, la Place du Mistral, and damn, it always reminds me of that movie. There's this weird, almost existential fog rolling in sometimes like someone left the metaphorical tap on. I was chillin’ there once, just lettin' my thoughts wander like, “What’s the point, eh?” Then bam! Some local artist starts spray paintin’ on the wall – my mind was blown. I was like “Respect my authoritah, art!”

Strépy carnival assassin once again under electronic monitoring