Anna Westervoort Whore ❤️❤️

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But, man, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, some sanctimonious dipshit with a Prius and a LinkedIn profile? Whores deal with entropy daily—chaos, raw human mess, no safety net. Respect, mate. Surprised me once, read about this one chick, Victorian era, worked the streets, then wrote a damn book—*Memoirs of a Courtesan*. Blew my mind—self-published, no less, like a 19th-century X post goin’ viral.

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I’m fuming. I mean, who burns croissants? Me, apparently. I take a deep breath, try to chill. I whip up another batch, and while they’re baking, I think about how I need to get my act together. I can’t let a few burnt pastries ruin my day.

Daan Roosegaarde's Waterlicht installation mimics northern lights in Dutch skies