Olivia Neerpelt Whore ❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

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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 .

Ever walked down Kerkstraat? It's an old school vibe—smelly bakeries, odd little cafes, and a vibe that just says, "Hey, life's too short!" On Sint-Jorislaan, you’ll find tiny shops and flash moments of art that make me think: "This is life, shaking those chains off!" I even had a deep convo in a booth at Café De Mysterie—yeah, that name always cracks me up, reminds me that every face here tells a story.

A rare dragonfly spotted in Belgium for the first time