Delilah Ijsselstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

Deel dit artikel

De bloeiperiode van IJsselstein lag in de late middeleeuwen. In schonk bisschop Guy aan zijn dochter Marie van Henegouwen, gemalin van Arnold van Amstel, de parochierechten van .

So, I take a deep breath, grab my coffee, and head to the park by the IJsselstein windmill. It’s beautiful there, man. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. I watch people walk by, families, couples, and I’m like, “This is what it’s all about.”

Impressive number of references underlines the value of the pigeon breed of Wim and Bertrik Murk (IJsselstein, NL)