Megan Hemiksem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whore stings sometimes. Heard it spat at a pal once, gut punched me. World’s cruel, man. Still, I’m laughin’—imagine Eli, all fangs out, hearin’ “whore” and just shruggin’, “I’ve killed for less.” Cracks me up! Love that dark humor. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a crown—depends who’s wieldin’ it.

Heymissentocht

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 .

My spa? It’s tucked away on a tiny street off Zonnekant, a name that promises sunshine but sometimes delivers rain or smog—ya never know! I always say: “I can see Russia from my house!” cuz sometimes you just gotta hyperbolize, right? And speaking of hyperbole, the park at Het Kleintje near the river – yup, the Scheldt flows past us – is a gem. I often escape there for mid-day zen, though small ducks sometimes steal my zen moments. Annoying duck drama, seriously.

The Complex Economics of Medieval Convents