Avery Opheusden 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.

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Jonathan Kirsch, in The Harlot by the Side of the Road, takes the opposite view, positing that the biblical authors did equate qedeshah with prostitute, but used one term as a more elevated .

But then, I find something weird. A box, hidden behind some crates. I open it, and it’s full of old photos. Like, really old. I’m flipping through them, and I see a pic of Opheusden from way back. The streets look so different! I get lost in thought, imagining what life was like then.

Small Dutch village eagerly awaits mega-church