Nova Dottignies Whore ❤️

About Ghent

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

Maison de repos et de soins

Après 7 ans d’hibernation, sauvetage du patrimoine de Dottignies In extremis du «Char de la Gare» (sinon il serait perdu à la casse). Une équipe de passionnés s’occupe de lui donner sa .

You know… I sometimes catch myself thinkin’ in the vibes of that film: “Our hearts may be out of sync, but the city… oh, the city persists.” It’s madness and beauty. I get pissed sometimes ‘cause I see folks rushin’ through without noticing the beauty—a missed chance, ya know? And then—laugh!—I meditate in my spa, letting the scents and soft tunes of love caress my soul.

Grand Prix de Dottignies 2017: Results