Harper Dronten Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank, maybe. Surprised me, I was, when I learned some old-school whores in Paris, 1800s, they ran secret salons! Rich dudes, poets, all beggin’ for a piece. Power, they had—crazy, right? Not just spreadin’ legs, but pullin’ strings. Kinda like that scene, “What’re you doin’? We don’t stop here!”—whore’s drivin’ the plot, not just ridin’ along.

Whores' Glory

Apr 1,  · Dronten var en storväxt – européerna jämför den med gäss och svanar – men föga välsmakande fågel som saltades in och togs med på vidare färd till Ostindien. Portugiserna .

So, I grab my drink and head to the market on the Markt. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging strollers and old folks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I spot this vendor selling fresh stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my stroopwafel goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching it land on the ground like it’s in slow-mo. I’m like, “Nooooo!”

Energy Lessons from the Edge of the Earth