Lydia Kranenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

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Net over de Duitse grens, in het groene heuvelachtige gebied tussen Kleve en Nijmegen, ligt aan de Via Romana het grensstadje Kranenburg. Het op het eerste oog rustige stadje is één van .

Forget fancy, this town’s got hidden corners that make my kine kick – like that dingy café on Bergstrasse where I used to hang while gettin’ my head massaged by the cool aroma of roasted coffee beans. There's some local legends – whisperin’ about secret tunnels beneath the St. Marienkirche – spookee but fascinating, just enough to get me pumpin’ with adrenaline when I’m off duty.

Former Public Works Minister Kranenburg dies