Nova Brecht Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

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This gave the whore a cause: to make money, reclaim her body, and most importantly, survive. She possessed the power, paradoxically, to both.

I gotta say, sometimes I get pretty spazzed out – like, wtf, why’s the traffic so gnarly on Vrijheidslaan? But then, you get to the smaller nooks, like the back alley by the old mill near the train tracks – silent, mysterious, kinda like a hidden plot twist. And oh man, I always get a kick out of the local market near Marktplein. The vendors, the smells, the chatter – it's raw, unfiltered life, ya know?!

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