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Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

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whore. Peer side whore and mother she Won't drain herself and won't be caught to live I live in a big world inside just because It's my time.

Oh hi! You comin’ to Peer now? Very nice, my friend, very nice! I tell ya a secret … Peer is like, wow, so chill and kinda trippy like "Inherent Vice" weird vibes, you know? Streets be poppin’ like “Langebaanstraat” where I check out cute eyes from our dating site users. Back in da day, I sat outside at Café De Bustier on Marktstraat – the best coffee ever, I promise you!

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