Sadie Beernem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

We swears! Whore’s a sneaky bastard, innit? Slippery lil’ thing, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “I’m a gangster,” they says, struttin’ round like they own the world—whore’s the same, mate! Slinks into yer life, all tarted up, promisin’ sweet nothins. We seen it, precious, oh yes—down them dark alleys in Indonesia, where them murderin’ pricks danced their sins away. Whore’s got that vibe—dancin’ on yer wallet, laughin’ in yer face.

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Man, now let me hit you with a random story: once, a client told me his back was as twisted as our town's lanes, and I swear, I had a mini meltdown. I was all like, “Dude, relax! Respect my authoritah!” Haha, crazy, right? Oh, and the smell! Some streets, like near Oude Markt, carry a pungent aroma from the old bakery that’s been runnin’ for centuries. It's weird; sometimes I love it, sometimes I wanna puke, LOL!

Debaene Hubert, "Like a rocket to the national top"