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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

Articles on Sexual fantasy

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Marumer Molen. It’s this old windmill, super iconic. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, but then I realize I’m standing in the middle of the road. Cars are honking, and I’m like, “Chill, people! I’m just trying to get my shot!”

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