Chloe Meerbeke Whore ❤️❤️

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Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

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Now, I’m not exaggeratin’ – if you wanna feel alive, you gotta wander about these neighborhoods. Always somethin’ new. Slight detour over at Ziltstraat shows ya old brick factories turned artsy, twisty galleries. They remind me of how the gritty realness in A Prophet hit you hard – life’s messy but beautiful.

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