Anna Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

Samen in het winkelcentrum Dauwendaele!!

I head out, and boom! I step on a gum. Ugh, why do people think it’s cool to just spit it out? Like, come on! I’m already annoyed, and it’s 8 AM. I’m walking down the Langestraat, and I see this cute little café. I’m like, “Okay, maybe a pastry will fix my mood.”

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