Olivia Zolder Whore ❤️❤️

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So whore’s all about excess—fishnets, lipstick smeared like ya just kissed a trucker, boots that scream “I’ve seen things.” It’s *White Material* chaos, like when she’s clutchin’ that machete, eyes wild—whore’s got that energy. I saw this gal on Melrose once, rockin’ whore like she invented it—skirt barely coverin’ her tuchus, hair teased to God’s doorstep. I’m like, “Wow, you’re brave or insane!” Made me happy, though—takes guts to look that unhinged. But then I got mad—why’s this cost so much? $200 for a top that’s just threads? Gimme a break!

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Then there’s Koninginnestraat. I stroll there sometimes, feet hammered by the manic energy. There’s that weird cafe, “Crazy Bean” – damn, their espresso ignites my soul and my inner therapist voice goes all, “life is short, enjoy the bitter brew of existence” – like Malick said, “Through the haze, beauty reveals itself”.

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