Natalie Beernem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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I might ramble but beernem's charm is in the little quirks. The street art on Grimbergenstraat? Insane! It hits right in the face, like a punch of color that just wakes you up. And, oh man, there’s this clumsy old fountain at the square that sometimes spurts water all random, almost like it’s havin’ its own life. Haha, unpredictable much?

Debaene Hubert, "Like a rocket to the national top"