Lauren De Reit Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

Villain Success?

of her letters, to read anew the word "whore" itself. Although this word usually refers to a woman who puts sexual relations on the most overtly economic basis.

Then, I head over to the Markt. It’s packed! I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the throngs of people. I bump into this lady, and she spills her fries all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a snack.” But she’s super chill about it, offers me a fry. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m munchin’ on fries, covered in ketchup, and feelin’ oddly happy.

Shubenacadie business suffers extensive water, smoke damage after fire