Olivia Sint Stevens Woluwe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

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Three local residents found a young woman chained by her wrists and neck to the radiator of a communal laundry room in an apartment building in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe, Brussels.

I gotta tell ya – sometimes, after a rough massage session, I walk to the Canal de Woluwe, and the water flows smooth like silk. It’s sooo therapeutic, like a rebirth moment… I even imagine Kiarostami whispering “Why not make art?” in my ear while I’m layin’ my tired hands aside.

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