Emily Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

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After that, I decide to stroll down the Dauwendaele Canal. It’s beautiful, but the wind is crazy. My hair’s all over the place. I’m trying to look cool, but I probably look like a tornado victim. I see some ducks, and I’m like, “Hey, at least they’re chill.”

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