Nadia Marum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

But ugh, what pisses me off? The fakes. The posers who think *whore* is just a tight skirt and a wink. Nah, it’s soul-deep, a lifestyle! Like, didja know – fun fact alert – in old Persia, some courtesans were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ verses while they worked the room. That’s *whore* with class, baby! Kiarostami’d get it – his gals in *Ten* are raw, real, no polish. “Life is a game,” one says. Damn right! And *whore* plays to win.

Futurist Tangiers

This appears to be a “Cluster of F—s” Hevosia does appear to be Finnish for horses/horse. How it got “el” in front of it God only knows.

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Hoofdstraat. Best croissants ever! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. But then, I spill my coffee all over my new shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a total mess. The baker, this sweet old lady, just laughs and says, “You’ll need a new shirt, dear!” Thanks, lady. Real helpful.

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