Luna Leusden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

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So I get to my spot, and I’m knee-deep in typos. I mean, who even writes “definately” in a professional email? Like, come on! I’m fixing stuff, and then I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out, and there’s a delivery guy who just dropped a whole stack of boxes. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just shrugs and says, “It’s just Leusden things.” I laugh, but also, I’m low-key worried.

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