Megan Alkmaar Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

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After that, I decide to stroll down the Mient. It’s one of my fave streets. The vibe is chill, and the buildings are so old-school. I love the history here. I’m thinking about how many violins I could make with all this inspiration. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Really? You gotta be kidding me!”

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