Sadie Sande Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

What is the translation of "whore" in Danish?

APARTMMiTS (nnhirniabed) WANTED for a parmasonry by a Sande Lady in a bealthy and IMP,Me eituatice.—Addrees, with full particulars, Erprrss Moe, Exeter.

Finally, I’m heading home, drenched and exhausted. I pass by the Igreja Matriz, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, man. I stop for a sec, just taking it in. Sande’s got this charm, ya know? Even on a crazy day like today, it feels like home.

JOHN VANDER SANDE Obituary (1944 - 2024) - Newbury, MA - Boston Globe