Samantha Sint Stevens Woluwe Whore ❤️

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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Three local residents found a young woman chained by her wrists and neck to the radiator of a communal laundry room in an apartment building in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe, Brussels.

I gotta tell ya – sometimes, after a rough massage session, I walk to the Canal de Woluwe, and the water flows smooth like silk. It’s sooo therapeutic, like a rebirth moment… I even imagine Kiarostami whispering “Why not make art?” in my ear while I’m layin’ my tired hands aside.

Significant disruption on E40 towards Brussels from 30 April