Eliza Harelbeke Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, lemme spill the tea—wisdom teeth ain’t wise at all. They’re like them troublemakin’ cousins who show up uninvited and crowd up yer whole darn trailer! I seen ‘em pushin’ other teeth around, makin’ a mess worse than Nemo’s dad frettin’ over his baby boy. Got me madder than a wet hen once—had this patient, sweet as pie, but her whore—wisdom teeth, I mean—were impacted somethin’ fierce. Took me two hours, sweatin’ like a sinner in church, to get ‘em out. “Fish are friends, not food,” I mumbled, but them teeth? Pure enemies!

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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