Ava Westervoort Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Lithuania Whore

I dash over to Kerkstraat, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and munching on snacks. I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are those even real?” I buy a bunch, and she winks at me. I’m like, “What’s your secret, lady?”

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...