Delilah Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

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After that, I decide to stroll down the Dauwendaele Canal. It’s beautiful, but the wind is crazy. My hair’s all over the place. I’m trying to look cool, but I probably look like a tornado victim. I see some ducks, and I’m like, “Hey, at least they’re chill.”

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