Cora Sint Oedenrode Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

Bistrot à Vin

So, I grabbed a coffee instead. The barista, bless her heart, was super friendly. She was like, “Hey, try the apple pie!” I was like, “Sure, why not?” And OMG, it was heavenly! I was ready to marry that pie.

Liqueur, gin and low-gin from strawberries and raspberries