Lily Zuidwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Goddamn, I hate when folks treat ‘em like machines. They’re alive, bleed, dream—fuckin’ dream, man! *Dogville* vibes again—“How could you be so cruel?” I ask that daily, motherfucker! But when they heal? Happy as shit! Brutus gallopin’ again, I’m hollerin’, “That’s my boy, motherfucker!” Sarcasm? Sure—call ‘em whores, but they’re better than most humans, dig?

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Then, I hit up the local market on the Van der Waalsstraat. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot these amazing strawberries. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But when I go to pay, my wallet’s gone! Panic mode activated! I’m digging through my bag like a madman. Turns out, it was in my other pocket. Classic me, right?

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