Ellie Dongen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

Femme fatale

Van Dongen created a feminine type that was half drawing-room prostitute, half sidewalk princess; her murky eyes, livid face with blood- red mouth, spindly.

Then, I get to my desk, and guess what? My computer’s acting up. Like, it’s frozen on some random spreadsheet. I’m staring at it like it owes me money. I’m clicking and clicking, and nothing. I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon! I need to analyze data, not play the waiting game!

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