Camila Cranendonck Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Cranendonck, Noord-Brabant, Netherlands

After a while, we’re all laughin’ and havin’ a blast. I even let ‘em take turns paddlin’. They were terrible, but it was hilarious. I was like, “You guys are gonna sink us!” But we didn’t. Somehow, we made it to the little island near the Molenbeek. It’s a cute spot, perfect for a picnic.

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