Natalie Sint Laureins Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora” or somethin’, meant “lover” way back. Ain’t that a trip? *nasally snort* Used to be sweet, now it’s all “ooh, she’s a tramp!” Makes me mad, hon—people sling it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Saw it scribbled on a bathroom stall once— “Call Jenny, she’s a whore!” Poor Jenny, probs just dumped some jerk. *HA-HA-HA!* Bet he wrote it, the schmuck.

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De website van het gemeentearchief van Sint-Laureins. Op zoek naar je roots? Hier moet je zijn!

Then, there's the old district in Sint-Laureins. Oh-em-gee, it's almost magical with narrow alleys and that sweet aroma of fresh bread from Boulangerie Amour. I often get mad because, like, the traffic here is cray, and sometimes it makes me wanna yell "No more, please!" But then, I remember the precious moments of calm, like on the riverbank of La Riviere Celeste. I literally end my massages by watching water glisten – it's life-changing, babe!

After being virtually eradicated, the muskrat is back in Flanders