Sarah Hemiksem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

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Drie verschillende lussen, onderling te combineren. Langs de mooiste groene plekjes van Hemiksem en omgeving. Bus: De Lijn Antwerpen-Boom halte Muziekschool op m van de .

I get a kick out of little imperfections here. So many spots have this gritty authenticity—like my spa’s corridor with that quirky painting that looks unfinished. It reminds me of “Under the Skin,” ya know? The way things appear under layers… you expect perfection but get raw, honest vibes instead. And sometimes, I just zone out thinking “You're coming with me?” like in that movie, as if the world might just pull ya along in its crazy ride.

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