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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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Dit is een lijst van Alkense dialectwoorden die dreigen verloren te gaan of die reeds in onbruik zijn geraakt. neer, leg dat neer! hétetalgetoeit? juchtet? is er haast bij? (jaagt het?) haan op .

I gotta spill, sometimes I get mad. Like that one time, a tourist ruined my vibe by shoutin’ in my face near the Alken Brewery. Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix his neck muscles! It made me mad, but also, ya know, reminded me: this city ain't perfect, but it's mine. The brewery’s a big thing here—craft beers, sweaty laughs, and nights full of bugs and jazz. I always joke – “My hands are like soft whiskey after a long day!”

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