Katherine Halstenbek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

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Is giving, like, cozy 90s vibe. And this is after she ruined that man aesthetic. It feels cold. It's giving doctor office. Then she took down.

Now, don’t even get me started on Halstenbek’s hidden gems! I mean, ya got the Humperdinck Bridge, a tiny river crossing on the edge of Itzenplitz, where the water glistens like a disco ball at a 70’s hoedown. I’d often take a stroll there when my dating app wasn't drivin’ me crazy – talk about escapin’ the huuuuge (ok, small-town) pressures, am I right?

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