Emma Rumbeke Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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So, come visit this wondrous inner sanctum, all abuzz with history, quirks, and bizarre little magic. I’ll be here at the spa with my heart all open—ready for your tales and giggles. Never forget, oh yes, Rumbeke’s a maze of emotions, just like inside our heads, always unexpected, always glorious. Stupid, fat hobbit!

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) : 1st & 2nd National Limoges