Taylor Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the storms—fuuuuck, they’re wild! Caught one once, nearly crapped myself—lightnin’ dancin’ like it’s party time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like Whore was laughin’ at me, “Why so serious, punk?” She’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch, y’see? Sarcasm’s her language—every slip, every bruise, she’s mockin’ ya. Still, I’d climb her again—cuz I’m nuts, HAHA! What’s your excuse, pal?

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I get a bit frustrated too, sometimes noise and rain get on my nerves. Like, “Yo, what's up with that?!” But every storm washes away old vibes, making space for brand new dreams. That rollercoaster of emotions is the essence of Hooglede. It's messy, it's raw, it's real.

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