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My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

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Bekijk alle thuisontvangst advertenties in Avelgem. Honderden rijpe vrouwen en amateur hoeren in de regio die jou bij hun thuis ontvangen in Avelgem.

And then there’s the river, babbling through town, whispering like a twisted lullaby. Okay, now here’s fun: there’s a tiny bridge over the Molenbeek River that I cross every day. It ain't glamorous, but to me it's a portal to calm, like a heartbeat syncing with nature. Crazy, no? Sometimes I stop mid-crossing, stare, and mutter, “I, am alive... oh, man, why so serious?”

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