Natalie Heer Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Hmmm, a whore, you say? Tricky business, this is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, well, it lands you in some dark places, y’know? Like in “A Separation”—that flick I love, man, it’s heavy! Whore’s life, it’s kinda like that movie—messy, real messy. Simin and Nader, they fight, they split, all ‘cause of pride and secrets. Whore’s world? Same vibe. Lies pile up, trust goes poof, and bam—you’re screwin’ yerself worse than anyone else could.

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Shop window slut. Heer's Department Store, Springfield, MO, early s.

So, I roll into Heer, right? First stop, the Markt. It’s buzzing, like always. I’m just tryna grab some coffee at that cute little café, you know, the one on the corner of the Kerkstraat? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, a cappuccino, extra foam, because who doesn’t love a lil’ foam, am I right? But the barista? Total grump. Like, dude, it’s just coffee. Chill.

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