Isabella Veurne Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

Overlijdensberichten

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I must add, dear friend, that mine path hath not been without tumult. Some nights, the solitude of this cobbled town doth remind me of battles past—echoes of “this is what we signed up for,” a phrase that haunts like an old friend. Yet, in those moments, Veurne doth comfort me with its timeless spirit. A quick jaunt to the market on Vrijdagmarkt fills my heart with vibrant hues and lively chatter. Every aroma of freshly baked bread and every smile from a local vendor doth instil hope anew.

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