Lydia Ruddervoorde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people be judgin’ whores like they’re trash, and I’m over here like, “Nemo, we got to find her!”—her dignity, I mean. Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but half these hypocrites prolly paid her on the sly. Gets me mad, steamin’, ‘cause whores are just peeps tryna eat, tryna live. Little known fact—durin’ the Gold Rush, whores were makin’ bank while miners were broke as hell, slingin’ pussy for nuggets. Smart, right? Outsmarted the system, “Righteous, dude!” like Crush the turtle’d say.

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Neighborhoods here have distinct quirks. My fave? The twisty lanes of Rozendorp! Its crumbling bricks carry decades of secrets. Once, I got mad cuz the local bar’s door wouldn’t open properly. Total chaos! Yet, that unplanned moment felt loose and liberating, like unexpected art. Sorry, gotta note: thes streets, like Stadplein, offer odd surprises. I got tripped on a cobblestone (srry, clumsy moi!) but laughed, 'cause life's unscripted, right?

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