Willow Huy Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

Garrett Strommen

“Huy Sasi I malchi shalava” I think its Russian. I think its most likely insulting someone help me out.

So, trust, when your head’s in Huy, let the city talk to you. It versifies like that movie; raw, authentic, unpredictable. There's a rhythm in every street, every corner, every soulful gutter. And babe, after a long day, you can sit at a café on Rue de l’Église, sip a strong espresso and just say, "I live here, and damn, it's a wild ride!"

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