Isabelle Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mess called whore! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that word—whore! It’s slippery, like tryna catch a greased pig at the county fair. Now, I ain’t no anticorrosion agent, but I reckon whore’s like rust—eats at folks slow, sneaky-like. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that movie I love, y’all. “In the dark, no one sees,” Saul said, and ain’t that the truth ‘bout whores? They move in shadows, honey!

Reserveren

Alright, listen up, buddy. Wuustwezel, that little slice of Belgium, is not your typical shiny city—it's gritty and charming in its own messed-up way. I'm talkin’ about narrow streets like Nieuwstraat and some hidden gems tucked in weird nooks you’d never expect. I mean, everybody lies, right? And Wuustwezel, well, it tells you stories you might not wanna hear, but you'll love ’em anyway.

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