Sarah Stavelot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

1. Abbaye de Stavelot

Just gotta mention, I sometimes get super mistae, tossin’ slang like “dafuq” mid-convo and laughing at my own jokes. It sums up the vibe: erratic, moving, and fun. I might drop lines like “thsi is the end, my friend” without a care. It’s all about being authentic, you know?

Spa 17 27 Grandstand & Area Guide – Belgian F1 Grand Prix