Mila Tongerlo Whore ❤️❤️

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Her style? Man, she messy—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin’ like she ain’t slept in days. But that’s her charm, fo’ shizzle. She ain’t perfect, she real. Heard she once stole a priest’s wallet—little known fact, swear to God! Had me dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spilled my gin. Whore’s a trip, fam, unpredictable as fuck.

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Oh, I gotta say, I absolutly love how the locals come together. They gather in the square near the old town hall, Place du Rassemblement. There, art and music burst out of every nook and cranny. It’s chaotic in a good ol’ way, like Amélie's magic visible in the smiles of wanderin’ souls.

Tongerlo Abbey may well have a real Da Vinci