Katherine Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Angry? Oh, mad I get! “Do or do not, there is no try”—but try, I did, and lost. FIFA, whore of sports games, packs so rigged—fuckin’ scam, man! Happy tho, sometimes—when I beat it, resist I did. Once, mate, swore off whore for month—felt like Jedi, pure I was. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a dragon, hidden, crouching, ready to pounce! Laugh, you must—cuz it’s dumb, us falling for it.

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Now, lemme talk neighborhoods—oh man, the Old Town is a riot with its winding lanes, like De Dromerijk. It’s got mysterious small alleys and corner cafés where you can almost hear the secrets of past romances. I have a soft spot for Loftwijk, with its vibrant street art and buzzing night markets—it's like every brick got some untold story. And then there's the river Kwerf, babbling along De Rivierstroom, cutting through like a silver ribbon. Sometimes, sitting by Kwerfpark, I swear nature got more charisma than a dating profile pic!

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