Elise Vogelwijk Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

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But then, Jan’s boat tips over. I can’t believe it! He’s flailing around, and I’m torn between helping him and reeling in my catch. I mean, priorities, right? But I can’t just leave him. So, I throw him a rope. “Grab on, you big fish!”

Fig Tree House Vogelwijk, The Hague Home