Aria Doornsteeg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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We hebben op Holk Doornsteeg: Open multifunctionele ruimtes, voldoende ruimte in en rond de school zodat maatwerk mogelijk is. Met een veilige eigen plek voor de allerkleinsten. Voor hen .

After the rain chills out, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and everything smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. I wander down to the canal, and it’s stunning. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I whip out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery dies. Of course! Just my luck.