Lila Deventer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s got swagger—like, “Sell me this pen,” right? It’s all hustle, all game. You don’t just *say* whore, you *feel* it, struttin’ down the street, oozin’ that naughty charm. Groovy, baby! Ever hear bout that french whore, La Païva? She conned rich dudes, built a freakin’ mansion off their dough—talk about shaggin’ the system! That’s pure Wolf energy, “Gimme the loot!” style.

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Een plan om de prostitutie op de Bokkingshang in Deventer nieuw leven in te blazen, staat voorlopig weer in de ijskast. De meeste politieke partijen willen eerst de nieuwe prostitutiewet.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I duck into this random pub on the Smedenstraat. It’s cozy, and the smell of fries hits me. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the bartender. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the local beer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll take one!”

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