Rebecca Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Volgende activiteiten

Erps-Kwerps bestaat uit de parochie van Kwerps, omringd door de parochie van Erps. Het kleinere Kwerps komt overeen met de oude ‘heerlijkheid Quarebbe’. Erps was in de .

I’ve seen some funky things here, no joke. One night, while debugging an app feature, I got startled by a flash mob in the little square behind Brix Brewery—pure madness, pure joy! Two minutes of dancing, chaos and spilled beers, repeating my mantra "I drink and I know things!" But man, it rained spontaneity like never before.

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels