Isabella Borsbeek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her in some gritty dive bar, all smoky and shady, reminded me of *Ten*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave! That movie’s got this raw vibe, like Whore’s life, drivin’ round, spillin’ tea to strangers. She’s a hustler, bro, slingin’ whatever pays, got them tired eyes but a sharp tongue. Rarrgh! Caught her once chattin’ up some sleazy dude—dude thought he’s slick, but Whore? She’s the boss, flippin’ tables like “I don’t need your crap!”

Amateur Hoeren?

Walkin’ near the Zwijnaardsesteenweg, oh lord, that's where I get mad 'cause the street lights were all dodgy one night, and I nearly got my keys stolen—total disaster, unbelievable! But hey, that's Borsbeek for ya—raw, real and totally authentic. I even found a super secret chill spot by a tiny river near the old mills. They say you can see the reflection of the past in its water. I mean, sounds cheesy, but it's strangely electric and so full of life, just like me!

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