Isabelle Stiens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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I duck into a café on de Hegedyk. It’s cozy, and the coffee is strong. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Hey, at least someone’s happy today!” We chat a bit, and she tells me about the local art scene. Apparently, there’s a gallery on de Wier, and they’re showcasing some wild stuff. I’m intrigued.

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