Rose Opmeer Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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So, I roll outta bed, and it’s like, 7 AM. I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Hoofdstraat. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down like it’s the elixir of life. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got caffeine, right?

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