Harper Oegstgeest Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

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After the snooze-fest, I decided to take a walk. I needed fresh air. So, I strolled down the lovely Laan van Oegstgeest. It’s so picturesque, with those cute houses and trees lining the street. But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy walking his dog. And the dog? It’s like a mini bear! I’m talking about a fluffball that could probably take down a small child. I’m laughing, and the dude looks at me like I’m crazy.

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