Audrey Lebbeke Whore ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

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Lebbeke’s got character, dude. The old town center, known as PLebbeke by the locals, has that medieval charm, cobbled corners, and a vibe that makes you feel you’re in a different era. Down by the canal near the Nieuwstraat, you'll find that little nook where the water flows lazily. Seriously, sitting there, feelin’ the soft breeze, I sometimes overhear couples and old-timers, each speakin’ like every word’s precious. Ain't that somethin'?

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