Evelyn Westervoort Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ saga. Glam, grit, all that jazz. Like *Far From Heaven*, it’s pretty but messy. “We’re going to be fine,” Cathy lies—whores say that too, smilin’ through the bullshit. Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ extra—just for the guts. Now, where’s my damn donut?

Lithuania Whore

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Westervoort is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Momo. That little furball thinks he owns the place.

Fig. 1. Ventral view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...