Olivia Vreewijk Whore ❤️

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Humor tho – whores got the best banter. Mate told me one goes, “Five quid, I’ll make ya forget ya mum!” I’m creasin’, bruv! Sarcasm’s their shield, keeps ‘em sane. Me, I’d be shite at it – too clumsy, trip over me own laces tryin’ to strut. Whores tho, they own it, proper queens of the street. You ever clock that? Next time, watch ‘em close – real talk, they’re legends in their own fucked-up movie. Respect, fam!

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Feb 14,  · Rotterdam - Een tabakswinkel aan de Dreef in Vreewijk is vrijdagochtend rond uur door twee personen overvallen. De daders dreigden daarbij met een vuurwapen. De .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Vreewijk, right? You know, that chill spot in the Netherlands. I live near the Vreewijkseweg, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be lit!” Spoiler alert: it was not.

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