Maeve Hoge Vucht Whore ❤️

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Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Grote Broer Grote Zus

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So, I rush over, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kind of video game. Seriously, these bikers are relentless! I swear, if I get hit by one more bike, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally make it to the meeting, and guess what? The client is late. Classic. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed.