Vanessa Ninove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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So, picture it: narrow, twisty lanes like Hintepleinstraat, where cozy cafés and cheeky little bars line the road. I’ve been known to sneak a peek at love stories bloom here – talk about magic, yeah? And then there's Veldstraat – a proper thoroughfare that never fails to remind me of grand adventures, kinda like "The Secret in Their Eyes" where every glance holds a mystery. “I have always loved the smell of napalm in the morning,” err, I mean, “There’s something ’bout the mysteries of the heart, savvy?”

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