Victoria Erps Kwerps Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, funny thing—some reclaim it, bold move. Like, “Call me whore, I’ll own it!” That’s guts, man, got me cheerin’. Rarrgh! Still, stings when it’s spat with hate. Wish folks’d chill, think twice. Whore’s just a word, but damn, it’s loaded. Gotta run—paws hurt from typin’! Rarrgh! Stay real, yo—whore’s a mirror, shows our flaws.

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Now, lemme talk neighborhoods—oh man, the Old Town is a riot with its winding lanes, like De Dromerijk. It’s got mysterious small alleys and corner cafés where you can almost hear the secrets of past romances. I have a soft spot for Loftwijk, with its vibrant street art and buzzing night markets—it's like every brick got some untold story. And then there's the river Kwerf, babbling along De Rivierstroom, cutting through like a silver ribbon. Sometimes, sitting by Kwerfpark, I swear nature got more charisma than a dating profile pic!

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