Megan Vroomshoop Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

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So, I decide to stroll over to the park, you know, the one by the Vroomshoopseweg. It’s got this nice little pond and some ducks. I love ducks. They’re like the chillest creatures ever. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” He just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?

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