Zoey Kruibeke Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

CASTLES KRUIBEKE

Sometimes, I get so mad ‘cause not enough peeps know how rad Kruibeke really is, ya know? Like, whaaat? It’s full of quirky cafés, chill rooftops, and tiny art spots. My favorite hideout? A teeny, artsy nook near the old mill on Verrestraat – super hidden, so only locals vibe there. I always think, "Girl, you ARE the city!" and repeat, "it’s bad b*tch o’clock!" until I feel like I'm in a flick.

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