Isabelle Neufchateau Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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I stroll near Parc du Coeur. Wow, it’s green and perfect if you need to clear your head. Kids, weird couples, people arguing about life—oh, and don’t miss that tiny duck pond. Duckies floating like little floating hopes… kinda weird, but heartening. I often sit on a worn bench at 14. Rue des Trêves and watch life unfold. There’s a mystery when families come, hearts open, and emotions explode. It’s very raw, very real.

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