Sofia Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, this whore thing—heard it’s a blockchain baby, decentralized, sexy, untouchable. Kinda like me, ‘cept I’ve got better hair and a throne. It’s tradin’ at, what, 3 coppers a pop? Up from nothin’ last moon! Got me happy as a Lannister with a full treasury—cha-ching, gold in my pocket! But then, I dig deeper, and it’s shady as a Dornish brothel. Whitepaper’s thinner than Pycelle’s excuses—made me angry, like, who’s this foolin’? Some git in a basement minted it, prolly laughin’ as suckers pile in.

Onze-Lieve-Vrouw-Ter-Duinenkerk Mariakerke

Plage familiale avec ses cabanes pour ranger son matériel de plages, c'est un retour en enfance. Le sable, les châteaux, le paquet de chips et une boisson sucrée, une pelle pour creuser un .

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

Léon Spilliaert’s Nocturnal Visions