Rebecca Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

Chevaux sur la plage

De Onze-Lieve-Vrouw-ter-Duinenkerk in het Oostendse Mariakerke gaat terug tot de 11de eeuw. Onder de naam Stella Maris is Maria al sinds de middeleeuwen de beschermvrouw van vissers.

Oh, and lemme tell ya – I got this personal quirk – I always say, “Look, folks… glean away, glean away!” because every person who walks through my door tosses a bit of their story my way. I mean, the city has a pulse. Some days you see a look in a client's eye. It’s, uh, kinda bittersweet, ya know? Like, sometimes I get mad 'cause the town ain't always perfect. Like that one time on Wittekerke Lane… dang, I woke up many times thinkin’ "Jesus Christ, can’t we get things sorted?" But then, oh boy, a random laugh from a client changes it all.

Fig. 5. Hordeum murinum subsp. murinum in Mariakerke (Ghent), June...