Everly Diksmuide Whore ❤️

About Mons

Me, I adore ‘em—their sass, their spark! They’re like Eli, fierce and fragile, rollin’ with the punches. Sure, folks sneer, call ‘em trash, but I say screw that noise—they’re queens in my book! Ever think how they see *us*? Bet they’re laughin’ at our fake-ass morals, sippin’ cheap wine, spillin’ secrets. Whores got stories, darlin’, wilder than any script I ever read.

History of Diksmuide during the First World War

When I'm not busy doin' my relaxation biz or trying to keep my zen, I hit up the little park near the Scheldt River (yep, the river actual goshdamn flows through town). Saved a load of stress there, just sittin' on some random bench. I once got mad (for real, I was red-eyed, man) because some local cats were making so much noise I nearly lost my chill—like, seriously, even nature has trolls here! And that park? It's got this wild blend of calm n' chaotic energy, sort of reminiscent of that eerie quiet in "The Return", where the silence shouts louder than words.

Floods in Flanders: Evacuations underway as heavy rainfall continues