Elizabeth Deurne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? Moo, moo, all day, udders everywhere. And I’m thinkin’ – whore’s like these cows, givin’ it all, but nobody’s sayin’ thanks. Hmm… gets me mad, ya know? All that work, and for what? Some sleazy jerk to cash in? Ugh, makes my hair curl tighter than a perm gone wrong! Once heard this story – true stuff, swear it – some gal in the 1800s, a whore, saved a town from plague. Docters ignored it, but she knew herbs, fixed folks up. Ain’t that a kick? History’s hush-hush, tho – figures!

The Unfurling Tale of Deurne: Antwerp’s Unassuming, Yet Beguiling Borough

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We got a park called Sportpark Deurne. It’s a nice chill spot, luv. Big trees, lotsa green, place fer picnics n’ secret trysts behind benches (shhh, nuff said). I always float here after long days seein’ couples, singles, all sorts of smooching creatures. OMG, the park is bomb, real bomb.

Town plans rally for local Germanwings victim