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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Feb 9,  · De ontstaanslegende van de plaats Sappemeer vertelt het verhaal van Sappe, een wrede man die lang geleden in de veengebieden van Groningen leefde. Zijn hebzucht en .

First stop? The local bakery on Hoofdstraat. Best croissants ever! I grabbed one, and it was still warm. Like, how do they do that? I took a bite, and it was like a buttery explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100. But then, I spilled coffee on my shirt. Classic me, right? Ugh, so annoying!

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