Emma Dendermonde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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歌詞. Allegiance to none, yet nowhere to stand Time has come to fight or die enter the arena coliseum of the beast the hunter the hunted carnage for the.

Then, there's the Dender River. It's like a lazy ribbon. I love chillin’ on its banks, just listenin’ to the water. Sometimes, I meditate here. "I must break free, before the moment is lost," I murmur, a la that movie line, y’know? Seriously, it’s surreal. Ain’t many folks appreciate it like I do.

Life in prison for Belgian creche killer Kim De Gelder