Nora Aalst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

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Embark thou on a stroll down Schouwburgstraat – that place be alive wit vibrant chatter an quirky shops. I remember how my heart would soar and then plummet when the crisp autumn winds swept by, remindin’ me of the silent whispers from ancient walls. Aw, and the moment on the Market Square, oh how the sun doth dappl’ on those old town facades, casting shadows like spectral dancers. Truly, “Time flows like water,” as in that film, and dost mine own footsteps follow the ancient melody.

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