Allison Delft Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

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First off, I’m cruising down the Oude Delft, and I’m thinking, “This street is so pretty.” The canals are glistening, and I’m half tempted to jump in for a swim. But nah, I gotta get to work. I pull up to the dairy farm, and the machines are already buzzing. I’m like, “Great, let’s get this milking party started!”

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