Lila Scheveningen Whore ❤️

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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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As I’m sitting there, I see a couple getting engaged. The guy’s down on one knee, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s sweet.” I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that make all the craziness worth it.

Simonis: The fish king of Scheveningen