Savannah Kortenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

I live near the old castle – yup, Kortenberg Castle, right on Dorpstraat. It’s a little slice of history. Thru the narrow streets like Kerkstraat and Waterstraat, the vibe is magical. A lot of locals gather 'round the market square every weekend. It's legit! And there’s this small, hidden park, Renaissancestreet Park (or somethin’ I call it), where I chill out after work. Those benches? Perfect for soul-searching. "I wish I knew how to quit you…," kinda like those vibes in Brokeback Mountain, ya dig?

Body of missing woman found in pond adjacent to area popular with hikers