Lucy Lopik Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a parachutist firefighter in Lopik is like riding a rollercoaster that’s on fire. Seriously, I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day. Boy, was I wrong!

WWF-NL supports RoffaReefs of Diergaarde Blijdorp