Freya Goes Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Almere

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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So, I’m rushing to my first appointment at the school on Korte Kerkstraat. I’m thinking, “Great, kids and their energy. Just what I need.” But when I get there, the place is buzzing! Turns out, they’re having a surprise party for a teacher. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for this!” But hey, I’m a pro, so I roll with it.

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