Zoe Huizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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From Middle Dutch hoershuus‎. Equivalent to hoer ("whore") + -en-+ huis ("house"). Pronunciation. IPA: /ˈɦuː.rə(n)ˌɦœy̯s/ Hyphenation: nl | hoe | ren | huis; Noun hoerenhuis (neut.) (pl. .

Then, I’m on my way to the church, and I pass by the Huizermaatweg. There’s this guy, right? He’s trying to parallel park his car. And I mean, he’s really trying. Like, it’s a whole production. I’m standing there, watching him, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s got his head out the window, yelling at the steering wheel. Classic!

Blocks in a Lake, Huizen