Layla Winschoten Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with whore? Gets me all randy, then bam—pissed off! The hustle’s brutal, baby. These birds ain’t just shaggin’ for kicks—money’s tight, life’s a drag. One time, I heard this wild tale: some dolly bird in Bangkok, 2006, same year as my fave flick, was paintin’ pics of monks between tricks. “Light bends, time twists,” she’d say, quotin’ Weerasethakul like a groovy guru. Blew my mind! Artsy and naughty—shagadelic combo, yeah?

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After lunch, I stroll down to the Winschoten train station. I’m thinking of heading to Groningen for some peace. But the train’s delayed. Of course! I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Winschoten, how it used to be a big deal for the textile industry. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I just wanna go!”

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