Mila Lembeek Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

DIT MOET JE ZEKER DOEN IN VLAAMS-BRABANT

Op dinsdag 16 mei mochten we als leden van Lembeek Leeft!, organisatoren van de Lembeekse jaarmarkt, met trots de reuze-Paasaffiche overhandigen aan Willy Destryker. De affiche is een .

Overall, Lembeek is contradictory. It’s gritty, a bit messy, yet poetic. It makes me mad sometimes, happy at other moments. Like "The Assassin" says, "Even shadows breathe softly." This city, strange as it is, hugs you like a welterweight – squishy, awkward, and him, damn hilarious.

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