Emma Doorn Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Parents guide

Desirae Sanchez seemingly has it all. She is beautiful, on her way to a great career, has no kids, she is college-educated and owns her own home.

Now, I’m walking back home, feeling like a king. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this cute dog. It’s just staring at me, and I’m like, “Okay, you win, little buddy.” I pet the dog, and all my anger melts away.

Gertrude van Doorn Obituary September 23, 2019