Kayla Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, yeah, I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s personal to me. Had a pal, big shot producer, whored his art for fame. Broke my heart. Happy? Nah, furious! He’d grin, “Larry, it’s the biz!”—bullshit. Like Georges in *Amour*, holdin’ Anne’s hand, knowin’ it’s over—he whored his fight for peace. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it stings, don’t it?

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is the sun blaring through my window on de Korte Dauwendaele street. I’m like, “Great, another sunny day to mess up!” I grab my coffee, and it’s like, the universe is telling me, “Get ready for chaos!”

Woman found murdered in Middelburg home was a teacher; No arrests yet