Esme Denderleeuw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Hoe werkt een warmtepomp?

This place is laid out along the Dender River – right? I always cruise by De Waterlei Street (lol, it’s such a mouthful) and watch the river do its thing. There’s an epic park called Park De Lente that’s super chill for random dates, perfect for those awkward first moments. I even met a wild-eyed poet there once – "Fool me once, shame on me…", as they say, though it’s really from that movie Spotlight, ya dig?

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