Emma Neerpelt Whore ❤️❤️

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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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Overpelt en Neerpelt waren Kempische landbouwdorpen, omgeven door uitgestrekte gemene heidegronden. Vanaf de zeventiende eeuw trok de arme bevolking als Teuten naar Nederland .

Man, Neerpelt just got me shakin’ things up: wild, witty chaos, and a kind soul-filled spirit all in one! I’m observin’ every tear, every grin, and every moment of despair and hope—just like in "The Assassin" where every silence is loaded with meaning. “Time flows gently, like a soft whisper...” or somethin' like that!

et Quote: Raf Simons