Katherine Baarn Whore ❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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Next, I decide to hit up the Baarnse Bos. Nature, right? Fresh air, trees, all that jazz. I’m walking, and suddenly, I hear this loud noise. Like, what the heck? Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re running around like maniacs, and I’m just trying to enjoy my day. I mean, can’t a Kisen catch a break? But then, one of the kids kicks the ball right at me! I dodge it like a ninja, and they all start laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a pro at this.”

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