Sofia Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

Vottem, 20 ans de lutte

Since its founding in the prince-bishopric of Liège, while not as populous or economically prosperous as other states, had been a vital entity in the southern Low Countries. Liège.

Yo, Vottem is a quirky mix. You got Rue de l'Église—super quaint, but, oh man, so many secrets hide there! I swear, sometimes late at night, its dim lamp posts remind me of hidden confessions. Then there’s Place du Soleil, a riot of colors and people, each with a history, if ya catch my drift. I'm a counselor, right? I've sat in its little cafes listening to people spill their hearts. Crazy times, lol.

Demonstration for asylum seeker rights, as the government fails to deal with refugee reception crisis