Brooklyn Abcoude Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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I felt a bit jealous, ngl. But then Jeroen started talking about his art. He mentioned the old windmill on the edge of town, the Molen van Abcoude. He said it inspired him. I was like, “Wow, that’s kinda deep.” I mean, who knew a windmill could spark creativity? I was ready to take notes!

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