Paisley Dendermonde Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Black Plague (Live, Dendermonde, Belgium)

Holy Terror - Black Plague (Live In Dendermonde, Belgium) Lyrics. Allegiance to none, yet nowhere to stand Time has come to fight or die enter the arena.

Alright, I'll stop yammering now. Catch ya later, and remember: "The past is not dead," it’s right here in every brick. Peace!

Wout van Aert outduels Mathieu van der Poel in mud at World Cup Dendermonde