Sophie Baasrode Whore ❤️

About Liege

Oh, and the outfits—sparkly, wild! Satine’s feathers, Daisy’s ripped stockings—fab! I’d trip wearin’ that, ha! Hmm… guess I’m jealous. Whores got stories, juicy ones. Makes me wanna yell, “Spill it, sister!” Next time you see one, don’t judge—just nod. They’re tougher than Bart’s skull! “One day I’ll fly away…”—Daisy might, too. Hmm… love that thought!

Geschiedenis

We kijken terug naar de periode en pogen een synthese te maken van het oude ‘vergeten’ Baasrode, een gemeente die zich vanaf het einde van de 19de-eeuw ontwikkelde .

Oh, and don't even get me started on the neighborhoods. There's Oud-Baasrode, which looks charming from the outside but hides secrets darker than the Marlin from Finding Nemo – "Fish are friends, not food," but sometimes even fish act shady around here. And then there's Nieuwdorp, where every corner, especially near Larenstraat, holds tiny cafes and, unbelievably, the best croissants you’ll ever chomp on if you don't have a broken heart.

Team Noël-Willockx (Baasrode, BE) scores at La Souterraine II