Sofia Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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Dauwendaele is één van de grootste wijken met meer dan inwoners en zowat huishoudens. Het NS-station en de busstations liggen tegen de rand van de wijk. De oude .

After that, I decide to stroll down the Dauwendaele Canal. It’s beautiful, but the wind is crazy. My hair’s all over the place. I’m trying to look cool, but I probably look like a tornado victim. I see some ducks, and I’m like, “Hey, at least they’re chill.”

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