Savannah Oedelem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

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Oedelem is a town in Beernem, a part of West Flanders, Belgium. Oedelem has about 6, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

Now lemme get personal: as a relaxation specialist, I’m always on the hunt for spots that ease the mind. And this city – blimey, it’s a mixed bag of moods. There’s a cozy nook on Kalmstraat right next to a kinked little alley. There, I set up me “zen sessions” under a lazy sun, with the hum of traffic and cosmic misadventures in the background. I sometimes get mad as hell when buskers decide to yank on loud guitars during my meditation sessions, but hey, it's all part of the soundtrack. “Time, philosophy, and chaos” – sounds like a Campanella flick, right? Just like those magical lines in The Secret in Their Eyes: “Maybe we didn’t choose our time to be in love,” well then choose a time to be perfectly chilled, ya know?

Van Hoecke Luc, "The wizard of Oedelem"