Claire Amstelveen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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Then, I decide to take a stroll through the Amsterdamse Bos. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, people jogging, dogs running around. I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this squirrel jumps right in front of me! I swear, it looked like it was plotting something. I’m like, “Chill, bro, I’m not here to steal your acorns!”

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