Rose Goes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

So, I’m rushing to my first appointment at the school on Korte Kerkstraat. I’m thinking, “Great, kids and their energy. Just what I need.” But when I get there, the place is buzzing! Turns out, they’re having a surprise party for a teacher. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for this!” But hey, I’m a pro, so I roll with it.

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