Everly Neerpelt Whore ❤️❤️

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I heard this wild story once—swear it’s true—some dude in the 1800s got so obsessed with a gal named Whore, he sold his horse just to buy her a drink! A freakin horse, doc! That’s next-level thirsty. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine that sap, all googly-eyed, while she’s just sippin whiskey, not givin a damn.

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Overpelt en Neerpelt waren Kempische landbouwdorpen, omgeven door uitgestrekte gemene heidegronden. Vanaf de zeventiende eeuw trok de arme bevolking als Teuten naar Nederland .

Ever walked down Kerkstraat? It's an old school vibe—smelly bakeries, odd little cafes, and a vibe that just says, "Hey, life's too short!" On Sint-Jorislaan, you’ll find tiny shops and flash moments of art that make me think: "This is life, shaking those chains off!" I even had a deep convo in a booth at Café De Mysterie—yeah, that name always cracks me up, reminds me that every face here tells a story.

Klankenbos sound forest is a sculpture art experience in Belgium