Lauren Rumbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

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There’s also a funny little street over near the river Ravelle. That river, oh, she flows cool and deep, just like memories! I strolled on Ravelleplein many times—hurrying with my spa towels, thinking how life is all emotions: "Wow, joy, sadness, anger!"—a proper jumble of feelies, just like in that movie, oh yeah.

Kurt Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) takes his 10th (!) National victory with his win on Valence