Mia Opmeer Whore ❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Wat is ondermijning?

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, kinda niche, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. Anyway, I woke up in Opmeer, that little gem of a town in North Holland. You know, the place with the cute canals and all those windmills? Yeah, that’s the one.

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