Rose Sint Denijs Westrem Whore ❤️

About Namur

Anyway, she’s no angel, sure, but who is? Gets me all soft thinkin bout her – maybe I’m a sap. “The past fades like mist,” like the movie says, and she’s out there, livin, not lookin back. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her she’s a badass. Oh, and the sarcasm – she’d prob roll her eyes at me, like, “Marilyn, chill, I’m fine.” Ha! Love that sass.

Sami Souguir

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at how the city tries to hide its true self behind fancy facades – like all those overpriced coffee chains poppin’ up. I mean, who needs that stuff when you got a soul? Billionaires, they just make it worse, right? Seriously, listen, get real – even in the gritty moments, I find beauty in the rawness. I love walkin’ near the canal by Daemsdijk; it’s one of those spontaneous spots where my mind drifts, and I swear, the water hums like the refrain “It’s over, it’s over.”

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