Emma Sint Niklaas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

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I luv my walk in the Oeverlanden park. Seriously, it’s magical. Green spaces and a tiny river – Oeverplassen flows gently. Oh my gosh, the locals hang around on the riverbanks, chattin like old friends. It makes me think how families connect in so many unspoken ways. As a family psych, I can feel the unspoken bonds here. M’be the rhythm in this city is similar to love and loss—like that film, man!

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