Anna Amerongen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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I got mad sometimes. Like, really mad – when I see people not respecting the peace here. Like, “Ruh-roh, c’mon!” But then happiness hits – little wins like watching families laughing at the picnic grounds near De Weibrug. So warm, so real, as if echoing Amour’s heartbreak lines: “Love is painful, but love endures…” sorta thing.

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