Evelyn Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

“孩子不知道我在做甚么”

Sometimes, I get so into it, I go off on tangents. Yo, let me add: these streets keep me charged, every brick got a story. Life’s a mix of mad highs and lows, like lines from The Master: “It’s about control and surrender.” Here, control’s in our hands, but surrender? It’s in letting the city move you, shock you, and free your spirit.

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