Ella Dinant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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A c't'heure dînant, Dinant. likes. Produits Belges d'épicerie fine & Alcools Belges Spécialiste en Bières Belges et étrangères Cadeau et Paniers garnis.

Down by the river, you can explore the Church of Notre-Dame. Not a place for drama, but feel me – it's cozy. Quiet as a whisper. There’s this tiny café on Place Reine Astrid. Best croissants on a crisp morn, no joke. Sometimes, I just sit and relax, letting my mind wander.

Paddlers take to the water for Dinant's annual bathtub regatta