Zara Ronse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

Definitions of 'who're'

Persicaria campanulata (J.D. Hooker) Ronse Decraene POLYGONACEAE This pink-flowered herbaceous plant is native to the Sino-Himalaya from Uttarakhand eastwards.

We start at Korte Markt – a busy square. I stroll there, thinking, “This city is crumby and brilliant at once.” Buildings stare with centuries-old secrets. The cobblestones? They’ve seen too much… kinda like me after a long night with a wild client. Something about that makes me mad sometimes, anger mixed with dark humor.

Gevaert-Van Schoorisse (Ronse, BE) - a household name in pigeon racing!