Victoria Opmeer Whore ❤️

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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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Agatha, occasionally patterns his figure after a lasciv- ious little whore, or when he, commissioned to portray Christ or St. Pieter van Opmeer, Opus.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I mean, Opmeer is quirky, and so are the people. I love it here. I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, I bump into the lady with Mr. Whiskers again. She’s got a new fur accessory for him. I’m like, “Wow, he’s gonna be the talk of the town!”

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