Kayla Beernem Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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The river here, the Zenne (or somethin’ like that, I think), just flows by like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes, I'm on my way back from a massage sesh, walkin’ along its banks, thinkin' how life here is bizarrely serenic yet wild. I mean, it’s like every ripple tells a story, man. Ain't that neat, or am I just sayin' that to sound all philosophical? Respect my authoritah!

Debaene Hubert, "Like a rocket to the national top"