Aria Heiloo Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

FUNERAL WHORE

Finally, I get ‘em sorted out, and they head out. But not before one of ‘em drops a souvenir keychain. I pick it up, and it’s a little wooden shoe. I’m like, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

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