Everly Klundert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Sinds wordt er in Loerendonck (Klundert) ieder jaar het carnaval gevierd. Zo is er onderscheidt in het bestaan van de L.A.K, en het vieren van Carnaval in het algemeen in .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a detective in Klundert is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Klundert, this tiny gem in North Brabant, is usually chill, but today? Nah, not today.

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