Addison Hemiksem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, I’m all about reclaimin’ it. Call me a “whore” and I’ll strut harder, hair flippin’, heels clickin’. Like, “Baby, I’m a star!”—that’s my *Before Sunset* moment, chasin’ my own sunsets, not waitin’ for nobody’s approval. Slay! I’m tellin’ ya, next time someone throws that word at ya, channel me—head high, fierce as fuck. You’re the main character, not the shade.

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De verkavelingsvergunning voor de herontwikkeling van de oude Bekaertsite in Hemiksem is officieel goedgekeurd door het college.

Alright, picture this: small streets with big character. I stroll down Stationstraat and, oh man, the vibe is like you’re walking right into a long-lost memory. That street alone tells stories, ya feel me? I pass by the old brick building near De Vosselei (don’t ask why that one’s so named; it’s just epic) and think, “Under the skin, what makes this all tick?” – kinda like that movie...ah, you know, eerie but cool.

The Complex Economics of Medieval Convents