Zoe Weesp Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – some gal, workin’ streets, tough as hell. Reminds me of “Amour” – “You’re a monster sometimes,” he tells her. Whore’s life ain’t pretty, bro, but she’s fightin’. Got me mad, tho – pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society judgin’. Makes my blood boil! Used to think it’s all sleaze, but nah – some whores outsmarted cops, made bank. One chick, Lulu White, owned a mansion, flexed on haters – badass! Happy as hell hearin’ that, flexin’ my pecs in pride.

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I think that nowadays it is irrelevant how many people a woman has slept with. Being a slut is a state of mind.

So, I roll into Weesp, right? First thing I notice is the canals. They’re everywhere! I’m talking about the kind of picturesque that makes you wanna slap a postcard on the fridge. I’m strolling down the Nieuwstraat, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is cute AF.” But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me.

Treatment - Annmarie Adams et al. - Deception and Design: The Rise of the Dementia Village