Evelyn Bocholt Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

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So, um, start off at the heart, yeah? There's the old town near Kerkstraat. You step out a coffee shop—oh, that sweet smell of fresh brews—and suddenly you're drawin’ in the beat of the city. I mean, c’mon man, every mornin’, I’d stroll down Van den Breeweg. I swear, that place pulses with life. There’s a local park, Volkspark, where the trees kinda sway like those mystic dreams in Uncle Boonmee, recallin’ past lives, ya dig? “There’s a hidden echo,” like Apichatpong said in that film, real soulful vibes.

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