Abigail Rumbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Whore’s life be heavy, man. Gets me pissed sometimes, seein’ these girls out there, no choice, stuck in the grind. Like Malik, “I’m not one of them,” but the world don’t care, shoves ya in anyway. This one time, I saw Candy get roughed up by some punk-ass john—made my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Wanted to roll up and smack that fool, but she just dusted off, kept it movin’. Tough as nails, yo. Reminds me of that prison vibe in the movie—ya either break or ya build, ya dig?

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Am I excused for typos? Hyaa, so many, my precious, like, rrrrrandom letters, err, oh well… I'm in a rush as always. It’s my chaotic charm, yes yes, just like life here in Rumbeke. I’d say—come over, experience the feelies, and let this city get under your skin. Just like in "Inside Out" when all the feelings get mixed up. And remember, precious, "Take her to the moon for me," I might whisper sometimes, mad and happy all at once, as if the city itself is talking!

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) dominate the field with their Platteeuw Cannibal bloodline