Sarah Geel Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Oh, and lemme tell ya, some of the lesser known nooks are pure magic. There's this narrow alley near Zoutleeuwstraat, a bit off the beaten track, where locals chat and exchange stories. I used to get a lil frustrated there, 'cause it's noisy sometimes, but now I love it. Reminds me that perfection is overrated – just like in "Inception", where realities twist and turn.

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