Hannah Anzegem Whore ❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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So yeah, bro, this city’s full of hidden pulse, quirky alleys, and raw emotions. It ain't perfect, but it's my playground. Remember “Whoa, that’s deep” even if it feels shallow sometimes. Catch ya round Anzegem, my friend.

Luc De Laere (Anzegem, BE): "Three old and just as many yearlings below the 23rd National Tulle