Sophie Kinrooi Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

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I know this place ‘cause I build dating sites here. Yup, coded love in every corner! I’ve seen lonely profiles fall in love with that graffiti on Jan van Ruusbroeckstraat (yes, that’s a mouthful, lol). Funny thing: many couples meet in the shady courtyard of Ekerenlaan; well, actually it’s in my head, but it makes me smile thinking, “like a glitch in the matrix, baby!”

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