Penelope Westervoort Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Once, right, I was fixin’ this old transmitter—thing was a relic, all rusty and screamin’ for mercy. Took me hours, swear I nearly chucked it out the window. Then I found out—get this—some prick had rigged it with a hidden mic. True story! Whore move, innit? Someone listenin’ in, sellin’ secrets. Made me ragey as fuck—wanted to smash somethin’. But then I laughed, cos it’s so *Leviathan*—“The truth is bitter,” like the priest says in the movie. Whore’s always got an angle, y’see?

Meest gelezen

I dash over to Kerkstraat, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and munching on snacks. I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are those even real?” I buy a bunch, and she winks at me. I’m like, “What’s your secret, lady?”

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...