Mila Rumbeke Whore ❤️

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Rarrgh! So, bout this whore, man—total wild card! Grrrowl! Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last nite, got me thinkin deep. Whore’s like that lake, ya know? Calm outside, but shit’s stirrin underneath! Rarrgh! Met her once—swear, true story—down by some shady bar. She’s all sass, smokin a cig, eyes like the monk’s when he’s pissed. “Desire is suffering,” movie says—damn right with her!

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I must mention the old town square, Kloosterplein. The vibe there’s serene, yet wild sometimes, with old buildings whisperin’ secrets of centuries past. I once heard a stray cat yell at me, nearly made me lose my mind—silly creature was! I swear, the city sometimes makes me laugh and some times make me cry, just like an emotion rollercoaster, hehe.

Kurt Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) takes his 10th (!) National victory with his win on Valence