Eliza De Kruiskamp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—oldest job, right? Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. Back in the day, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stank of sweat and cheap wine. Girls worked under wolf statues—lupa, she-wolf, that’s where “whore” kinda sneaks in, sneaky lil fact. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “I hate everything,” but that’s clever, gotta admit. Whores ain’t dumb—survivors, man.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a raftsman, right? Just chillin’ in De-Kruiskamp, which, let me tell ya, is a wild place. You got the canals, the bridges, and all those quirky little streets. I mean, who names a street “Kruisstraat”? Sounds like a tongue twister after a few beers!