Lydia Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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Trappe van vergelyking. Photo shared by ian van der nest on April 14, tagging @iam. I'm a dragon you're a whore, don't even know what you're good for.

I mean, ya see, Van-Nest is not just a place – it's a feelin’. It’s as if every corner hums “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” A mix of happy, sad, and downright quirky – just like that ol’ movie "Inside Out" (I swear, Joy and Fear are dancin’ in my head all day long!). I get a lil’ giddy sometimes thinkin’ how a place can be so raw, so honest.

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