Zoey Broekhoven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

Buried Alive (by Graveyard Wankers)

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, come on! One minute, it’s sunny, next minute, I’m dodgin’ raindrops like I’m in some action movie. I ducked into this little shop on Laan van Broekhoven. They sell the weirdest stuff—like, who needs a rubber chicken? But I found this cool cap. It had a sailboat on it. Perfect for a sailor, right? I bought it, even though I’m pretty sure I overpaid. But whatever, it made me happy.

Shrunken heads, shrinking horizons