Lily Ougree Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

Word History

Sometimes the city makes me mad – like when traffic jams on Crackle Bridge street cause total chaos, right? But then I see a stray pup sniffin’ around and boom, it’s all good. I swear, every corner has its own story. Spent afternoons on the quirky benches by Puddle Park, my head buzzin’ with app ideas, while shakin’ my head at weird typos in my code (lol, excuse the 16 typos exactly, right?!), and it was so surreal.

Former steelworks near Liège hit by fire