Cora Zaltbommel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—fun fact, prolly nobody knows—old English, "whore" comes from "hora," meanin love or desire. Ain’t that some poetic shit? Love twisted into dirt—makes me wanna scream into a pillow or punch a cloud or somethin. Society’s so fake, man, judgin everybody. Like, who gives a fuck? Live your truth! I’m over here, sippin my coffee, thinkin, "Man, if I was an alien whore, I’d be abductin dudes left and right, no cap."

Zaltbommel – Mittelalterliche Stadt

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old mate, Jeroen. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about this new café on the Zandstraat. Apparently, they have the best apple pie. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” So, we head over, and I’m already drooling thinking about that pie.

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