Avery Tilburg Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Project team

Apocalypse, Art and Abjection. Images of the Great Whore. In Culture, Entertainment and the Bible (pp. ). SAP.

But then, just as quickly, it crashes again. I’m fuming. I can’t even. I’m ready to throw my phone out the window. I mean, who even controls this madness? I’m pacing again, and Jeroen’s trying to calm me down. “Breathe, man, breathe!”

‘Radboud University, look at Tilburg and immediately suspend ties with Israeli partners’