Hazel Ruddervoorde Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore, right—ain’t just some street chick, nah. It’s vibe, it’s energy, sneaks into offices sneaky-like. Ever seen one strut in, all lipstick and heels? Reminds me of Lisa from “Margaret”—drama queen, loud as fuck! “I’m not apologizing!” she’d yell—whore’s got that guts too. Makes me laugh, swear I do—boldness wild! Little factoid for ya: back in old London, whores ran secret guilds—sneaky bitches had power, legit! Surprised me that did, fuckin’ blew my mind!

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Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

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