Gabriella Zwevezele Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

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Then there’s little park spots – Heembloem Park’s my favorite odd gem. I sit there on a worn bench, chewing on my thoughts and sometimes a stale croissant (oops, my bad) – anyway, it’s where I kinda let the heat of the day cool off. Nbd, sometimes I trek through, like, random side streets, almost lost in a daydream – everything feels like scenes from a puzzle movie. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I whisper sometimes, lost in thought, chuckling at life's twisted humor.

Flemish company produces drinkable water from pig’s blood