Elizabeth Dendermonde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

1975 - the death of Ernestine de Bruyne, the last beguine from Dendermonde

Yo, you gotta see the Ros Beiaard statue at the town center. That legend’s as legendary as they come. I once sat right beneath it, and I swear, felt the presence of the past heavy on my soul! I even spilled my coffee — dang, such a clumsy moment — but srsly, it’s epic.

The only cross race Mathieu van der Poel may not win this winter, according to Niels Albert: "Things could get really bad in Dendermonde"