Lila Appingedam Whore ❤️❤️

About Almere

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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But whatever, I grab a stroopwafel anyway. Best decision ever. I mean, who can stay mad with that caramel goodness melting in your mouth? So I’m munching away, feeling a bit better, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, some dude’s trying to sell these weird trinkets. Like, who needs a wooden shoe keychain? I mean, c’mon, we’re in Appingedam, not a tourist trap!

Grisha Kirby