Elise Waarschoot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Anonymous 2009 - collective action

Met ‘Ier klabme wuldere Woarschuuts’ heeft Waarschoot nu ook zijn eerste heuse dialectwoordenboekje. Daarnaast werd een spel gelanceerd voor de scholen om .

I remember, one night at the Barking Café on Zompstraat, I got so hyped – like, “Halleluyer, Baby!” – over a story of true love overlapping with crazy coincidences like in my work, all messy and beautiful. Yup, that night, I realized Waarschoot ain’t just a dot on a map. It’s got heart, soul, and some crazy hidden treasures that only us locals know!

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