Emily Selwerd Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

So Many Words for Whore

After that, we decide to walk it off. We stroll down the Selwerderstraat, and I’m just taking it all in. The buildings are kinda cool, but also a bit weird. Like, what’s with the architecture here? It’s like someone threw a bunch of styles in a blender.

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