Mia Grobbendonk Whore ❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Ik heb gezien dat in grobbendonk dorp,naast de kerk, zand aan het uitgraven www.facebook.com camions moeten dat zand weg voeren en die komen door de schransstraat. Ik woon in de schransstraat .

Then ya got the park, De Oase. It's my fave spot when I need a breather. I sit under this ancient oak, ya kno, and let my thoughts drift—like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “You must be brave in this insane world”, kinda remindin me of my daily grind. And oh, the river! It’s called Kleine Beek, a sneaky little stream that sort of whispers in the early morn – totally magical, right?

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) gets spectacular results with a very small team