Penelope Rhoon Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, y’all! I’m Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to dish on “whore” – yeah, the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal. As a Clinical Research Specialist, I’ve seen some shit, but this? This takes the cake. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining – “whore” ain’t just a slur, it’s a freakin’ cultural grenade! Tossed around like candy in *Spring Breakers*, it’s got layers, baby – “I’m so over this scene!” – and I’m diving in, so buckle up.

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on de Laan. You know, the one with the best stroopwafels? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of Rhoon like he’s some kind of tour guide. I’m like, “Bro, I just want my sugar fix.” But he’s all, “Did you know Rhoon used to be a fishing village?” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and now it’s a place for me to get carbs.”

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