Rebecca Lebbeke Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

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Leefbaar en verenigd Heizij Alles over Lebbeke van vervlogen tijden en nu iedereen kan berichten plaatsen zolang het hoffelijk blijft geen verwijten en hou het deftig.

I’m ramblin’, sorry if my thoughts jump. It’s just like my session notes: scattered, sometimes messy but true. Ya see, each session, each wrinkle, each sigh I feel, adds to my understanding of Lebbeke. The locals, huh, they've got the kind of rough charm that smacks you in the face like an unexpected breeze.

Van den Abbeel-Noël-Willockx (Lebbeke, BE) take provincial first prize from Argenton II