Maeve Teteringen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

Véase también

On December 25, , a man and his brother-in-law were walking along the edge of the forest in Cadettenkamp, just outside Teteringen in the Netherlands, when they came across the body of .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning. I just wanna go home and binge-watch some Netflix. But no, one last call comes in. It’s a kid from the school on the Molenstraat. He’s lost his backpack. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a backpack, not a spaceship!” But I help him out anyway.

Janne Van Brummelen