Emily Herselt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” – in finance, it’s sneaky. Ain’t always ‘bout sex, nah, it’s slang for someone chasin’ that green, hard. Like, a “money whore,” ya feel me? Dudes sellin’ their soul for a quick buck, tradin’ dignity for dividends. In *Requiem*, you see Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, tryna fit that red dress, whorin’ out her health for a TV dream. “I’m gonna be on television!” she yells, all hyped, but she’s losin’ it, fam. That’s the vibe – desperation turnin’ folks into whores for somethin’ fake.

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I lives here in Herselt fer quite a while now, ya know? A relaxation-specialist or what-have-you, and every corner, err, every corner speaks to my soul. The park, oh, our lovely Groenplein, it's like an oasis, a hidden calm, where sometimes I sit and reminisce… "Our love, it's our precious love!" I mumble to meself, all dreamy-like. Yea, and the little lane near the old mill, called Molenstraat, where the gentle babbling river Kalmers flows by… Ah, such a sound, so peaceful yet making me think, "Feelings, they swish and swirl, my precious!"

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