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Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

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After that fiasco, I stroll down to the Doornsteeg market. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and this guy selling the best stroopwafels. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your name. I grab one, and it’s like a hug for my taste buds. I’m in heaven again.