Brianna Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

Wijzig contrast

So, I get to this job on the Zandstraat. It’s a renovation, and the client is a real piece of work. She’s all like, “Make it perfect!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a carpenter, not a magician!” But I smile and nod, you know? Gotta keep the peace.