Natalie Elst Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whores – they’re like *Yi Yi*’s quiet chaos, “You can’t see yourself” – they’re stuck in it, mate. Breaks me heart, pumps me rage, but fuck, they’re tough as nails. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d say I’m a soft git for carin’. Maybe I am, eh? Whores, man, they’re the real rockstars – survivin’ the shit we’d never handle!

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For now I sling it about to any open markets and agents like some sort of literary whore. Hopefully I'll find someone keen soon, or my previous publisher.

So, I head over to the park by the Elsterbeek. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chilling. I plop down on a bench, trying to clean my shoulder. I’m just about to take a sip of my coffee when this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Dude, is this a sign?” I toss it back, and the kid gives me a thumbs up. Sweet little moment, right?

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