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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Loser Whore, that one bitch who is not only a loser, but also a whore. Example: Wow, bitch really be a loser whore for thotting it up on a kitchen island. Get the Loser Whore mug.

First off, I step outside, and it’s raining. Like, classic Dutch weather, am I right? I’m dodging puddles on de Wethouder Witteveenstraat, and I’m already over it. I mean, come on, can a guy catch a break? I’m just trying to get to the café on de Molenstraat for my daily caffeine fix.

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