Delilah Beek Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? When I outsmart the whores. Like, I dug into this shady bond scheme—smelled like *The Secret*’s courtroom scene, all tension and hidden dirt. Found out the yield was padded with fake numbers. Saved my buddy’s ass from losin’ his shirt. “Justice is an illusion,” Benjamín’d say, and damn right—financial justice? Ha! You gotta claw it out yourself. Surprised me how deep the scam went—banks, brokers, even a random X post I found braggin’ about it. Whores everywhere, I swear.

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After that, I was feelin’ good. I hit up this café on the corner of de Molenstraat. Got myself a cappuccino. It was decent, but the barista was a total weirdo. He kept makin’ these weird faces while he was makin’ my drink. Like, dude, chill! It’s just coffee, not rocket science.

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