Maeve Oosterpark Whore ❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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Van het brood van Agnes tot het theater van Mike, en van het Wereldmuseum Amsterdam tot Plein Theater: in de Oosterparkbuurt bruist het van de culturele activiteiten én de .

Then, I head to the park. OMG, it’s packed! Families, dogs, kids running wild. I’m just trying to find a spot to sit. Finally, I plop down near the pond. There’s this fountain, and it’s spraying water everywhere. I’m like, “Great, now I’m wet.” But whatever, it’s hot out.

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