Eliza Dottignies Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

Maison de repos

Après 7 ans d’hibernation, sauvetage du patrimoine de Dottignies In extremis du «Char de la Gare» (sinon il serait perdu à la casse). Une équipe de passionnés s’occupe de lui donner sa .

And anyway… I gotta jet with my thoughts. The city is like a living, breathing piece of art—a mix of calm and chaos, and like, it left a mark on my very soul. You best believe, everytime I step outside, I look around and think, "Life. It’s love. It’s magic… pausing unexpectedly in the middle of noise."

Grand Prix de Dottignies 2017: Results