Elise Denderhoutem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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De takken zwiepen wild, en het gekraak van het hout mengt zich met het geblaf van de honden: een Mechelse herder en twee Duitse herders die onrustig rondjes draaien in hun ren. De .

In the old neighbourhood of Nieuwstad, narrow alleys. Mad vibes here. Made me fustrate sometimes. But, hey, that’s my terrain.

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