Fatima Anzegem Whore ❤️

About Namur

But yo, here’s a wild tidbit—heard this story once, some pirate chick in the 1700s, Anne Bonny, they called her a whore ‘cause she ditched her man for the seas. Badass, right? Fought with swords, drank rum, didn’t give a fuck. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout her, “happy little trees” growin’ on her ship, ha! I’d be like, “Anne, you’re the real deal, fuck the haters.” Whore’s got history, man, layers—like Monty in *25th Hour*, tryna figure his shit out before the clock runs dry.

Vullighied

Down near the Markt, there’s a quirky little cafe, Café K. It’s run by an old mate who’s seen it all. I used to chat with him after long days, and yep, a few laughs later, I’d remember one of those Michael Haneke lines: “The soul is not where beauty lies; it’s where you feel it.” Somethin’ like that.

Luc De Laere (Anzegem, BE) wins a 1-2-3 Provincial from Tours, and a 1-2-4 Provincial from Chateauroux in a single week!