Evelyn Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just some street hustle, nah. It’s guts, it’s grit, it’s freakin’ rebellion. Reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire badass—“I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time.” Whore’s got that timeless hustle, been around forever, dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ fists. Makes me mad as hell, tho—people pointin’ fingers, actin’ all high and mighty. Who’re they to judge? Pisses me off! But then—whore’s got this spark, this fire—makes me grin like an idiot. Unstoppable, man, like Eli rippin’ throats to survive.

Wat bieden we?

Erps-Kwerps bestaat uit de parochie van Kwerps, omringd door de parochie van Erps. Het kleinere Kwerps komt overeen met de oude ‘heerlijkheid Quarebbe’. Erps was in de .

Honestly, I get emotional every time I think of Erps-Kwerps. It’s a mix of chaos and order, a beat-up love story on every corner. Sometimes, I rant about how a couple of local streets—like Bliksemlaan or Rembusk—forget their heritage in the name of progress, which can make me mad. Really, mad like a cat with cold milk. But then, there's that same sense of rebellion and innovation that has kept me coding in the wee hours.

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels