Sophie Vlaardingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, but real talk – pisses me off how quick ppl point fingers. Callin’ her a whore like it’s a death sentence. Meanwhile, she’s outsmartin’ em all, smirkin’. I’d write a song bout her, probs call it “Dirty Crown.” Chorus’d be fire – “They scream whore, I wear gold!” Ugh, brain’s buzzin’ now. Gotta chill, but she’s in my head, rent-free. You feel me? She’s messy, flawed, freakin’ iconic. Whore or not, she’s winnin’. Periodt.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what the heck? I thought I left my umbrella in the forest! So, I duck into a shop on the Van der Waalstraat. It’s a quirky little place, full of antiques. I’m browsing, and I find this old compass. I’m like, “This could be useful for my forest adventures!” But the price tag? Nah, not today, buddy.

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