Emily Merenwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

Over de wijk

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Finally, I clock out and head to the market. It’s buzzing! I grab some stroopwafels from this cute little stand. Best decision ever. I’m munching away, and I see Sam. He’s got this wild look on his face. “You won’t believe what happened!” he says. Apparently, he saw a cat chase a pigeon right into a fountain. I mean, come on! Only in Merenwijk, right?

Finally signing the Sweat Room wall