Grace Vottem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

Hamlets and neighbourhoods

La statue de saint Étienne, le patron de Vottem, et celle de la vierge Marie, ramenée de France en L’orgue est toujours là. Il trône au jubé, un peu décati. Il avait été commandé en .

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

Demonstration for asylum seeker rights, as the government fails to deal with refugee reception crisis