Angelina Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

Oi, you donkey! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, fuckin’ hooked on the sea, and you wanna know about whores? Not that kinda "whore," you twat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout the fish – whiting, cod’s slutty cousin! Caught a massive one once, slimy bastard, thought I’d hit the jackpot. Tasted like shit though, fuckin’ disgrace to my net! Reminds me of *Leviathan* – that bleak-ass movie, “The sea doesn’t care,” it says. Damn right, it don’t! Whore’s the same – slippery, cheap, and screws you over.

Lord of Grobbendonk

Wandelen rond Grobbendonk is een van de beste manieren om meer van het landschap te zien, maar de juiste route vinden is niet altijd eenvoudig. Om je te helpen zijn hier de beste .

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grobbendonk, my dear friend—this town is wit so many quirks, like a twist in a Taylor Swift song. First off, there's that chill street, Kerkstraat, ya kno it? It’s where the heart of the town beats, kinda like a pulse. I run my little diff spa there on Ruststraat (I think, sorta, I swear that name's right), and across the road there's this old bakery that smells like memories and warm bread, omg so nostalgic.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) shifts into a higher gear in 2018, despite aftermath of pigeon theft