Claire Varsseveld Whore ❤️

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She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

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So, I’m pickin’ up my stuff, and this old man comes over. He’s like, “You know, back in my day, we didn’t have all this fancy wool.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s just wool!” But he’s got stories, and I can’t help but listen. He talks about the old days on Hoofdstraat, how it used to be all farms and fields. I’m like, “Yeah, I get it, but I gotta sell this wool!”

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