Lily Beernem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Geschiedenis

Yo, listen up! Beernem (be) is kinda whack, but, like, in a cool way, ya know? I been chillin’ here for years, giving massages and relaxin’ peeps in my tiny studio on Kerkstraat. Seriously, this tiny town packs a punch, like "Requiem for a Dream, bitch!"—you feel that dark vibe even in our chill spots.

Freight train with locked brake disrupts rail traffic between Ostend and Brussels