Anastasia Willebroek Whore ❤️

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So, whore—dirty, tricky thing, ain’t it? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah nah! It’s deeper, precious, like a shadow creepin’. Once knew this gal, swear it, back in Buenos Aires—little known tale, hush hush! She’d call me up, voice all smoky, “Gollum, my precious, need a favor.” Ran a secret gig, her pimp a ghost—nobody knew his face! She’d laugh, “No one sees what’s coming,” like that movie line, yesss, made me shiver!

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Willebroek ain't just about the streets though. No, sir. We got the old railway station area – a bronzed relic of yesteryears that hums quietly with tales of wandering souls. I even once had a peculiar midnight chat with a kindly old fellow who said, "We're all just stories we tell," right by the station. And boy, did that line hit me like a jolt: Stories We Tell! Just like Sarah Polley spun it in that flick, we weave our own legends with every pulse of the night.

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