Valentina Aarschot Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

Me, I’d be rubbish at that gig – too soft, too much of a people pleaser. “Can’t say no to a client, Dave?” I’d be bankrupt in a week, haha! But serious, it’s mad respect from me. Whores deal with the worst blokes – sleazy, loud, thinkin’ they’re God’s gift. Makes me angry, that – why treat ‘em like dirt? “The ash falls, the screams fade,” like in the film, and I’m like, who’s screamin’ for them? No one, mate, no one.

Airports transport

Reporter Bert Heyvaert en fotograaf Geert Van de Velde trokken heel Vlaanderen door, op zoek naar de meest fascinerende huizen. Slot: Het Arendhuis van Aarschot.

Now yo, don't sleep on Heirnisstraat – underrated, underrated indeed – a secret spot I always bounce to when my brain's blowin' up with data. The vibes there? Mad deep, like them lines in A Prophet, “Fais attention à tes arrières.” Word, street smarts 101.

Midge Ure: Aarschot Festival