Victoria Zaltbommel Whore ❤️

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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

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Finally, I’m feeling a bit better, and we head back to the Markt. I spot this street performer playing the accordion. He’s actually pretty good! I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a big spender today!”

Wandering with Suzanne