Freya Ruddervoorde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I heard o’ a whore down Cheapside, 1600s style, who’d sing bawdy tunes to lure her cullies. Little known bit, that - she’d warble ‘til the watchmen blush’d crimson! Made me chuckle, it did, thinkin’ o’ her pipes outshinin’ the church choir. “I will not be moved,” she’d croon, bold as brass, echoin’ that film’s grit. Got me happy, seein’ her defy the muck o’ life with a ditty.

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Walking around, you hit the quaint street of Vredestraat. Seriously, it's magic—like, one moment you're wonderin' about old stories, then BAM, next there's a hip café askin' you "What's up?" A local park, De Zwerf, wow, pure calm. It's like a secret haven, kinda like that scene in Mulholland Drive where mystery flows in every corner. Like, "cherry blossoms, whispering secrets"—yeah, weird but cool.

Mass crash at the start of men's race Ruddervoorde race sees over a dozen fall down