Victoria Moerbeke Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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Private Club Eros, Disco Bar @ Moerbeke: infos, agenda, photos et concours.

Sure, Moerbeke can get a bit, uh… hectic. I mean, I get mad when the trams hiss, but then I remember: yup, it's life, man. It’s all spontaneous and wild here. I even got lost in labyrinthine alleys near the market – so many irewel signs and dodgy corners! Oops, my bad! (typo, right? hehe)

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