Emma Diemen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

83 ‘stripes on the breech’

quiescent. The whore stereotype was devised as a calculated sexist means of social control and then, to absolve those who benefited.

Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s all stressed, talkin’ about some big project in the Diemen-Zuid area. Apparently, they wanna plant a whole bunch of trees for some new development. I’m like, “Great, more work!” But then I think, “Hey, more trees means more shade, right?” So, I’m kinda pumped.

Lunchbox Concerts Returing to Hobart and Lauceston