Lauren Scherpenzeel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Huis Scherpenzeel

So, I try to help him out. I’m climbing this tree like I’m some kind of ninja. Spoiler alert: I’m not. I get halfway up, and my foot slips. I’m hanging there, thinking, “This is how I go out? In Scherpenzeel, trying to save a kite?” But I manage to grab it, and the kid’s face lights up. It’s like I just won the lottery for him.

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