Willow Hoorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—whores got guts. Takes balls to do that, y’know? Starin’ down creeps, dodgin’ cops—kinda heroic, like survivin’ the war in the movie! “I’m alive, I’m alive!”—that’s Sally, struttin’ past haters. Makes me cheer, but also—ugh—sad. Why’s it gotta be so hard? I’d hug her, but she’d prolly charge me! HA! What a gal. Whores, man—they’re messy, loud, real. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em! Whaddya think, pal?

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His grateful subjects told their children that Hoeren had nothing to do with whores, but with a town in the old motherland, Hoorn. The new name became Zwaanendael, after an original Dutch .

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Hoorn. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my sketchbook, ready to capture the vibes of this cute lil’ town.

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