Hazel Amstelveen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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Finally, I meet up with my buddy at this bar on the Ouderkerkerlaan. It’s packed! We grab some drinks, and I’m feelin’ good. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and then this band starts playing. They’re actually pretty good! I’m vibin’ hard, and then I spill my drink all over myself. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a brewery!”

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