Freya Moorslede Whore ❤️❤️

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See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

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Welkom bij schoonheidsinstituut Camelia, Mijn naam is Jitske, ik ben mijn avontuur gestart in Mijn salon is gevestigd in Moorslede, aan het salon zijn er dicht parkeermogelijkheden .

I’ve seen anger ripple through these cobbled streets. Crazy nights when I had to shut the door early ‘cause some punk thought the massage table was his throne. FFS, my hands are not for entertaining such fools. I get pissed, holler “I choose violence.” Lol, just like Cersei said – sharp and unforgiving.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) claim national yearlings' race from Poitiers two years in a row