Ivy Ruddervoorde Whore ❤️❤️

About Leuven

Godard’s movie’s got this vibe – “What’s visible is invisible.” Whores live that! You see ‘em, but not *them*, ya know? They’re ghosts with killer heels. Used to know this one chick – Candy, swear to God – worked downtown. She’d laugh, say, “I’m a millionaire in smiles.” Funniest shit ever, ‘cause she was broke as fuck. Made me happy, though – her sass was gold. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” approves that hustle.

Historische postkaarten

Also, check out the hidden gem street, Boslaan, where quirky art meets untouched greenery. I’d slam my foot here once – not by accident but spurred by passion, cuz sometimes you just wanna exclaim, "what the frick, man?!" Then the calm returns, soft as whispering winds that say, "i'm holdin' on."

Mass crash at the start of men's race Ruddervoorde race sees over a dozen fall down