Mari Bavel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

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And the ten horns you saw, together with the Beast, will turn on the Whore—they’ll hate her, violate her, strip her naked, rip her apart with their teeth, then set fire to her. It was God who .

I get there, and the line is, like, a mile long. Ugh! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need that coffee. Finally, I grab a kaasbroodje and a cappuccino. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love cheese in the morning, right?

Bavel — Los Angeles, USA