Brooklyn Pijnacker Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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Finally, my train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze into a corner, trying not to touch anyone. You know that awkward train dance? Yeah, I’m doing that. But then, this sweet old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her garden in Pijnacker. I’m like, “Wow, lady, you’re living the dream!” She’s got all these flowers and veggies. I’m just trying to keep my eyes open, but she’s so passionate. I can’t help but smile.

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