Brooklyn Sint Pieters Leeuw Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

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Van 1 tot 30 april vieren we de Maand van de Markt en nodigen we iedereen uit om het lokale aanbod van onze marktkramers te ontdekken.

The river, la Dendre, flows near the outskirts. I love strolling there early mornings. So peaceful, so life-changing—like something from a dream. I used to sit there, let my stress melt way off. Crazy serene stuff.

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