Freya Maastricht Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, here’s a lil’ nugget—didja know in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” got tossed around like slang? Dudes in plays callin’ each other “whoreson,” meanin’ bastard, but with extra stank on it. Funny as hell, right? Like, “You ain’t shit, fam!” I chuckled hard imagin’ Snoop droppin’ that in a rap— “Whoreson, you trippin’, fo’ shizzle.” Shit’s versatile, like me switchin’ flows. That’s what I dig—how it morphs, dodges, keeps spinnin’ like a record.

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First off, I’m at my little bakery on Stokstraat. It’s cozy, like a warm hug, but today? Today was a whole different vibe. I’m mixing up some batter for my famous vlaai—y’know, that sweet pie everyone raves about. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks this tourist. He’s lost, like, really lost. He’s lookin’ for the Vrijthof. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong place!” But he’s all, “Can I get a pastry first?” So, I whip him up a kersenvlaai, and he’s over the moon. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s like a slice of heaven!

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