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I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

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Then I hit up the local market on the Kerkstraat. Fresh veggies, flowers, you name it. I was feelin’ all healthy and stuff. But then I saw this guy selling stroopwafels. I mean, c’mon, who can resist that? I bought one, and it was like heaven in my mouth. I was so happy, I could’ve danced right there!

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