Megan Westervoort Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

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I dash over to Kerkstraat, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and munching on snacks. I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are those even real?” I buy a bunch, and she winks at me. I’m like, “What’s your secret, lady?”

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...