Isabelle Borsbeek Whore ❤️

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Me, I’m picturin this one whore—let’s call her Sadie, why not? She’s got grit, smokin a cigar, spillin whiskey on her boots. Maybe she’s laughin at some dumbass cowboy who can’t pay up. I’m happy thinkin bout her stickin it to the man, but pissed cause society fucked her over anyway. Surprised me, too—didja know in old England, “whore” just meant a lover? Wild how it twisted into somethin dirty. Language is a sneaky bastard.

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Walkin’ near the Zwijnaardsesteenweg, oh lord, that's where I get mad 'cause the street lights were all dodgy one night, and I nearly got my keys stolen—total disaster, unbelievable! But hey, that's Borsbeek for ya—raw, real and totally authentic. I even found a super secret chill spot by a tiny river near the old mills. They say you can see the reflection of the past in its water. I mean, sounds cheesy, but it's strangely electric and so full of life, just like me!

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