Zoey Oud Turnhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

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Me, I sometimes run barefoot in the mud near the nature reserve of 't Zand, cares not for the cold, oh no! It be a touch of wild madness, natural and free, a reminder that every part of us be connected. And sometimes, when sunset fights with the daylight on the Watertoren's silhouette, I stops, gazing, we sucks in the moment, like lost time in a film, precious, like Zodiac’s endless chase, we does it, we loves it, we hates it too!

Jan Van Oeckel, Oud Turnhout wins 1° National Bourges 20.646 yearlings, therewith the fastest pigeon of the entire convoy of 45.297 pigeons!