Rose Weert Whore ❤️

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Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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So, I head home, exhausted but happy. I’m thinking, “What a wild ride.” And honestly, I wouldn’t trade my crazy day in Weert for anything. Even if I didn’t find treasure, I found something way better: a day full of unexpected moments. And that’s what life’s all about, right?

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