Bella Oss Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

So, I think bout whore—tough gal, survivin’. Like Saul, she got no choice, stuck in shit world. “I must bury him!” he yells, diggin’ dirt like madman. Whore digs too, but for cash, respect, somethin’. Ain’t nobody givin’ her medals, tho. Pisses me off! Society all “Oh, she dirty,” but who made her that way? Huh? Not her, I bet. Lightbulb! She’s fighter, not victim, ya see?

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When America entered the war in late you signed up for intelligence work and in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) recruited you as a spy.

After a bit of tinkering, we get it going. I’m finally blasting away, and it feels good. The grit flying everywhere, the sound of the machine—it’s like music to my ears. But then, outta nowhere, I get a face full of sand. I’m talkin’ like I just walked into a sandstorm. I’m spitting out grit, and Jan’s laughing so hard he almost drops his gear. “Welcome to the club, man!” he yells. Yeah, thanks, Jan. Real supportive.

Folk tradition returns to Cornish town Padstow for May Day