Lila Zolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

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Then there’s Koninginnestraat. I stroll there sometimes, feet hammered by the manic energy. There’s that weird cafe, “Crazy Bean” – damn, their espresso ignites my soul and my inner therapist voice goes all, “life is short, enjoy the bitter brew of existence” – like Malick said, “Through the haze, beauty reveals itself”.

Harald Grohs and the historic Zolder victory: “That makes me proud and happy”.