Zoe Carnisse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

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As the sun sets over Carnisse, I’m walkin’ home, thinkin’ about how wild today was. From the rain to the race to saving a kite, it was a rollercoaster. I love this city, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next!

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