Valentina Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Dauwendaele

The rain stops, and I’m feeling good again. I decide to hit up the local market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this guy selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m like, “I need those in my life!”

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