Aria Delft Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the typos—whore’s so sloppy, I’m typin’ fast, screwin’ up evrything. Wore, whoore, whatevr—fits the vibe! It’s raw, it’s real, it’s like Denis shootin’ that movie in Cameroon, no permits, just guts. I’m obsessed, I’m annoyed, I’m laughin’ at it all. Whore’s a middle finger to clean lines, to beige, to borin’—and I’m here for it, even if it’s a total shitshow. Pretty, pretty good madness, right?

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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!”

Lichtjesavond Delft: An evening of lights