Sadie Oosterwolde Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Ongepland, ongekend, Oosterwold!

But then, the stress hits. We gotta get everything ready. I’m running around like a headless chicken. I’m on the phone, coordinating with vendors, trying to keep my team in check. It’s chaos, but I thrive in chaos.

Message of Support from Ferdi Kadıoğlu to Jayden Oosterwolde – RayHaber