Eliza Gesves Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Definitions of 'who're'

Q: “You’ve toured over the past few years with a long list of bands so far, one of which was the incomparable Melvins. Has there been a favorite show so far?” A: “Well, we only.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya about Gesves (be)! It's a quirky little town, ya know? I’ve been here for a while, massaging sore backs and hearts alike, and let me tell ya—it’s magic. Real magic, like, "Syndromes and a Century" kinda vibes, as Apichatpong Weerasethakul would say: "A blurr of moments, a colliding universe." Yup, that’s it!

Belaggio, Genie, Barroso, El Corona Texel Win 2016 Belgian Young Horse Championships