Lina Mariakerke Whore ❤️

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Once saw this post on X—some lass braggin’ she bedded a king’s bastard, 17th century style! True or not, made me grin—whore’s got history, precious! She’s no angel, nah, but she’s real. Gets me all soft thinkin’—whore’s a fighter, like us, scrabblin’ in the dark. “Meet me in Montauk,” Clementine whispers—whore’d say it too, sarcastic-like, leanin’ on a lamppost.

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.

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