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But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

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I'm Olivia. I'm making the most of Waarschoot and whore is remarkable! I need to taste your lips again. I find comfort in both Striptease and Sex in Different.

Stroll around Havenstraat, near the tiny river Dijkbeek that flows quietly past – it’s so chill, so calming, reminding me of those slow cinematic moments in Campanella’s masterpiece. I often hang at De Geluk Park – not fancy, but oh so real. Sometimes, I’m there on a lazy afternoon with a coffee, thinking “this is life, this is real love,” and boom, you feel that spark, like Tony Robbins saying, “unleash the power within!”

One injured after train hits truck in Flanders