Penelope Goedereede Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

Here’s the kicker: whores ain’t just flesh-peddlers. They’re us, mate—me, you, Szpilman, scrappin’ by. Surprised me, that thought—hit me like a brick o’ wildfire. I drink to that, ‘cos it’s true and it stings. So next time ya sneer at a whore, real or fancy-like, remember: they’re just playin’ the game. And me? I’m Tyrion bloody Lannister—I’d bid high for that kinda grit. Cheers, ya bastards!

Goedereede, The Netherlands

After the pie, we brainstorm solutions. I’m throwing out ideas, and they’re nodding along. It’s like a lightbulb moment. We can tackle this pest problem together! I’m feeling pumped again. Goedereede’s farmers are tough cookies.

Henna de Goedereede to Alexandra Thornton