Leah Dongen Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Before 50 Shades: Photographs of the S&M Underground

Van Dongen created a feminine type that was half drawing-room prostitute, half sidewalk princess; her murky eyes, livid face with blood- red mouth, spindly.

Then, I get to my desk, and guess what? My computer’s acting up. Like, it’s frozen on some random spreadsheet. I’m staring at it like it owes me money. I’m clicking and clicking, and nothing. I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon! I need to analyze data, not play the waiting game!

Atlantic Power and Infrastructure Appoints Leo van Dongen