Hazel De Meern Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

Het Romeinse schip De Meern I in Castellum Hoge Woerd in Utrecht

Overblijfselen van een Romeins fort (castellum) en een kampdorp (vicus) uit de Romeinse tijd en vroegmiddeleeuwse bewoning. Dit rijksmonument is onderdeel van de Neder-Germaanse .

So, I finally make it to the park near the De Meern train station. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to relax. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it, that’s a tragedy. But come on, kid, it’s just ice cream!

Fig. 5. Reconstruction drawings of Haithabu IV barge with L-shaped...