Taylor Wolvertem Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

Accentueer je schoonheid met het juiste kapsel

In oorlogsarchieven in Parijs vond hij documenten van de nazi’s waarin verwezen werd naar een Mütterheim in Wolverthem, Belgien. Een Mütterheim was een kraamkliniek annex .

Oh man, Wolvertem (be) is off the hook – seriously! Let me tell ya, this city. So much heart, so many twists. First off, the streets here – like, take Willow Lane and that awesome hidden cafe on Parkside Rd – it's a total game changer. I stroll by every morning, soaking in that golden light… “Unleash the power within!” yeah, just like in Moulin Rouge! And oh, come on, you gotta see the vibrant murals in the alleys of North Quarters – they inspire your soul, they do that magic thing!

"Lower supply and high prices in hydroponics also affecting soil-grown chicory"