Penelope Zandhoven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I seen her once, down by the docks, skirt so short you could see her soul, ha! She’s got this wild look, like she’s laughin at the world. Made me mad as hell - how’s she smilin when life’s that shitty? But then, bam, I get it - she’s free, man, freer than me with all my coke and guns. Ain’t no chains on her spirit, nah. That surprised me, fuckin shocked me, Tony Montana, can ya believe it?

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Het instituut voor huidverbetering in Zandhoven Van huidverbeterende behandelingen tot make-up workshops met minerale make-up, wimperlifting en Hennabrows: we laten je graag volledig .

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when the local council decides to trash a centuries-old oak right before the annual street fest on Kerkstraat. "These are our battlegrounds, my friend!" I shout inside my head, frustrated but ready to roar: We shall defend the trees, the heart and soul of our land!

Stairway to haven: Antwerp’s wooden escalators are among the last in use in the world