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I’m angry, tho—society screws her, den calls her trash. Happy when she flips off da haters, struttin’ like a queen. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? “Punishment brings wisdom,” dey say in *White Ribbon*, but what wisdom she gettin’ from dis? Just bruises and bucks. Say hello to my little friend—she’s a fighter, man, and I respect dat, even if it kills me to watch.

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Whore Mariakerke Julie www.facebook.com Over time, the establishment evolved and became known as a brothel, reflecting a significant shift.

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

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