Gabriella Leek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

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After my coffee disaster, I decide to explore more. I hit up the Markt, which is this cute little square. There’s a market going on, and I’m like, “Yes! Food!” I grab some stroopwafels. OMG, they’re heavenly. I’m munching away, and I see this old lady selling flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m thinking, “I should buy some for my mom.” But then I remember I’m broke. So, I just smile back and keep walking.

French leek production expected to decline as prices fluctuate"