Elizabeth Oudenaarde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me head’s spinnin’, tho – is she choosin’ this or trapped? “There’s no goin’ back,” like the film says, and I feel that for her. Maybe she’s dreamin’ of escape, maybe not. Dunno. But she’s real, bruv, not some fake-arse stereotype. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, innit. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough,” but I ain’t that soft, am I?

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I gotta tell ya, we have some secret corners too. Like that tucked-away park near Van Raemdonckstraat, where I used to vent my soul after long days coaching folks on pleasure, on being present in each fleeting moment. Hrrr, I feel so alive there, yet sometimes so damn lonely, but that’s life.

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