Lydia Wielsbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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''Kapster in hart en ziel' Mijn liefde voor haarzorg begon al op een jonge leeftijd. Als kind was ik altijd gefascineerd door de verschillende haarstijlen en kleuren. Deze passie heeft me geleid .

Ooops, my mind’s spinnin’! I got all nostalgic, thinkin’ bout family life shuffling on these streets every day. I've seen dejected faces transform into smiles when the sun peeked out behind the clouds on the Marktplein. It’s like magic, like nature whispering, "We are all one, we are all free." Did I mention some parts can be wild? Yes, really wild sometimes—unexpected bursts of laughter and shouting over heady memories.

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