Brianna De Meern Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

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Een permanente tentoonstelling in archeologisch museum Castellum Hoge Woerd vertelt het verhaal over hoe mensen al jaar wonen in dit stroomgebied van de Rijn. Een beetje een .

So, I finally make it to the park near the De Meern train station. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to relax. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it, that’s a tragedy. But come on, kid, it’s just ice cream!

Johannes de Muinck Keizer Obituary (2004) - Belmont, MA - Boston Globe