Nadia De Reit Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whore—yeah, the style, the vibe, the whole damn mess of it! Whore’s like that chick in *White Material*, ya know? Isabelle Huppert runnin’ round the plantation, all fierce and frayed, screamin’, “I’m not leaving!” That’s whore to me—gritty, unapologetic, kinda nuts. I love it, I hate it, it’s confusin’ as hell! Like, who decided this was fashion? Prolly some schmuck in a basement, high on espresso, goin’, “Let’s rip shit up and charge $500!” Pretty, pretty good scam if ya ask me.

Les REITs, ces Actions Américaines à Haut Rendement

23 Thus, the appeal for Jews to tell and retell her story was hardly dependent on spreading rumors of sex acts Miriam had willingly engaged in or had had forced.

Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walkin’ down the Laan van de Vrijheid, and I can’t help but smile. Today was a rollercoaster. From juggling fire to fries on my shirt, to dark museums and random café chats. De-Reit, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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