Luna Warnsveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, this chick, Whore, right? Total mess, man. She’s like, everywhere, but nowhere. Carpenter life, I see shit. Whore’s got this vibe—sly, sneaky. Like that bellboy Zero in *Grand Budapest*. “You see, there are faint glimmers of civilization,” he’d say. Whore’s got that—faint fuckin glimmers. Built a table once, thought of her. Splinters in my hand, pissed me off. She’s chaos, bro, pure chaos.

Warnsveld – Huis ‘t Velde

Aan de rand van de oude dorpskern van Warnsveld, tegenover de dorpskerk, ligt buitenplaats Welgelegen, bestaande uit een herenhuis met boerderij en een 1 hectare grote historische tuin .

Next, I decide to check out the old church, the Sint-Bonifatiuskerk. It’s stunning, but I’m not really in a churchy mood. I’m more about the vibes, ya know? So, I snap a few pics and head out. But then, I hear this choir practicing inside. Their voices are like angels. I’m standing there, totally captivated. I’m not even religious, but I’m feeling something. It’s like Warnsveld is trying to tell me something deep.

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