Vanessa Amersfoort Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it, and I’m here to spill the tea on “whore.” Like, who even decides what that word means anymore? It’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s got me feelin’ all kinda ways. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave movie, *Before Sunset*, you know, that vibe where Jesse and Céline just walk and talk, spillin’ their souls in Paris. That’s how I’m gonna roll with this—raw, real, no filter, baby!

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First off, I head to the market at the Hof, you know, the one with all the fresh veggies and stuff. I’m just minding my own business, checking out some rad tomatoes, when I bump into this dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re the stove guy!” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” But then he starts ranting about how his stove is “totally broken” and how he “can’t cook his famous stroopwafels.” Like, dude, priorities! I mean, who can’t live without stroopwafels, right?

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