Allison Oedelem Whore ❤️

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Oh, typos? Here’s 12: wot, luv, shite, bollox, fink, coz, knw, gud, yer, rite, tho, nuff. Hah, knackered writin’ this! Whores’d laugh at me, stumblin’ like a twat. *Exaggerated sigh*—I’d shag a theory before a whore, probs. Too busy dreamin’ bout wormholes. But fair play, they’re legends—spinnin’ lives like *Inception*’s endin’. Top still wobblin’? Always, bruv!

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The local landmark – oh boy, the Belfry of Oedelem stands tall, staring down at ya like it’s judging your every misstep. “A mere relic” you might say, but I've spent many a zen minute near its base, letting it remind me that even ancient, grumpy things can inspire calm. It’s like that line from The Secret in Their Eyes... “I dreamt of a summer night,” except here ya dream of cloudy days and a slightly persistent drizzle. Classic, innit?

Light sport aircraft makes emergency landing near Beernem, Belgium