Rebecca Schiebroek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout this wild economic beast called “whore.” Ain’t talkin’ no ladies of the night, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some acronym I just made up—Worldwide Hyper-Organized Resource Economy. Yeah, I’m riffin’ here, bear with me, it’s gonna get juicy. Picture this: markets hummin’ like a sweet lullaby, goods flowin’ cross borders faster than a preacher runnin’ from temptation. I see it all, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ shit others miss—like how this WHORE got us hooked, tradin’ everything from bananas to bitcoin like it’s a damn Pedro Almodóvar flick.

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De groep voor schiebroek en omgeving, waar je kan ruilen en je spullen gratis mag aanbieden. Maar waar je ook je spullen kan verkopen. Niet voor.

I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Schiebroek is kinda small, but it’s got this vibe. The houses on the Van der Waalsstraat are all cute and stuff. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live there? But then I hit a pothole. Boom! My bike’s wobbling like crazy. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!”

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