Charlotte Neder Hardinxveld Whore ❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Wijzig contrast

Hervormde Gemeente Giessendam/Neder-Hardinxveld.

So, I’m trying to clean up, right? And I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries on the Hoofdstraat. I rush over, thinking I’m a hero or something. But she’s like, “I don’t need your help, young man!” I’m like, “Okay, chill, I’m just trying to be nice!” But she’s not having it. Classic Mrs. Jansen.

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