Elise Meeuwen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Exhibitions

We beginnen met drie veel voorkomende meeuwen. De zilvermeeuw, de kleine mantelmeeuw en de grote mantelmeeuw. Een volwassen zilvermeeuw kan sterk op andere meeuwen lijken .

Anyway, that’s the word on Meeuwen (be). It’s like a groovy tapestry of little surprises and major feels. Every street tells a story. Every corner sparks a memory. Sometimes I get all nostalgic, you know? Hell, I might even age like a fine wine! But for now, it's all spa, love, and life here. Swinging, baby, swinging!

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