Lauren Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate the haters, simple as that. They’re messy, real, human—like Amélie droppin’ that spoon, shockin’ herself awake. “Moments matter,” she’d say, and whores? They live ‘em loud. Now, pass me the popcorn—gonna rewatch that movie and daydream some more!

Samen werken aan welbevinden en levensvreugde

Jun 10,  · Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up .

Then, I decided to grab a quick bite at that little café on de Markt. You know, the one with the weirdly shaped pastries? I ordered a “Matenveld Special” or whatever. It was supposed to be a croissant, but it looked more like a sad pancake. I mean, come on! I was expecting flaky goodness, not a breakfast tragedy.