Claire Antwerpen Whore ❤️

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But it’s not all giggles. She’s prey, too, vuln’rable. Pisses me off - the pimps, the creeps, circlin like vultures. “The children knew more than they said,” Haneke whispered. She knows too much, seen too much. Reckon she’s got a heart, tho, buried deep. Maybe loves a stray cat or summat daft. Dunno, makes me wonder - what’s she dream of, eh?

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I used to live in Borgerhout myself and once I had a date coming over to my house. And she arrived crying because some guys were shouting whore.

I gotta mention the Cathedral of Our Lady. Its towering spires hit me in the gut every damn time. I lost count, already, of mornings I stared at it, thinking of some raw truth from "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" – the way life drags on, night after night. Reminds me: "Tonight’s the night." And sometimes, I swear, even the cathedral seems to whisper.

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