Aria Sleidinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, and the solo? Fuuu – mental! Probs made some studio tech cry, it’s that savage. Bet they was like, “This lad’s unhinged!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight anyone who says it’s rubbish. *Whore* ain’t just noise – it’s a story, a proper gut-punch. “Time folds into itself,” says da film, and this tune folds me up too – angry, hyped, all at once!

OUD SLEIDINGE (6)

I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)