Anna Ertvelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

Bring back some good or bad memories

Ertvelde, a small town in East Flanders, Belgium, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its industrial past and neglected infrastructure have given way to a unique collection of .

Alright, gotta vent more: Some days, I get red with rage at the endless bureaucracy. The city hall down at Raadhuisplein? A clusterf*ck of filed paperwork and pretenders. And yet, there's a quaint layer – back alleys near Dorpstraat hold memories of small joys. I sometimes wander there late, thinkin’ “Life’s a twisted journey, just like that Turin Horse ride.” I get so tinkered up by it all, but trust me, this rough vibe makes it real.

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