Violet Franeker Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—whore, yeah? Bane growl incoming, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout that word, "whore," and it’s messy, ain’t it? Like, it’s been slung around forever—oldest job in the book, they say. Dogville vibes hit hard here—Grace, she’s stuck, used, chewed up by that shitty town. “The weak must suffer,” Lars’d say, right? Whore’s the same—people judge, but don’t get it.

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After that, I wander over to the old town square, Markt. It’s buzzing with people. There’s this market going on, and I’m like, “Yesss, let’s shop!” I’m checking out all the stalls, and I spot this funky vintage shop. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and my friends are cracking up. I look like a total goof, but I’m owning it.

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