Isabella Peer Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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A proud, unrepentant, ex-junkie whore who is still at war with almost every value this hypocritical capitalist society espouses.

Oh hi! You comin’ to Peer now? Very nice, my friend, very nice! I tell ya a secret … Peer is like, wow, so chill and kinda trippy like "Inherent Vice" weird vibes, you know? Streets be poppin’ like “Langebaanstraat” where I check out cute eyes from our dating site users. Back in da day, I sat outside at Café De Bustier on Marktstraat – the best coffee ever, I promise you!

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