Natalie Matendonk Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

In psychoanalysis

Then I decided to stroll down to the park at Parklaan. It’s a cute little spot, you know? Kids running around, dogs chasing their tails. I’m just vibing, enjoying the sun. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks me over! Like, dude, watch where you’re going! I was so mad, I almost yelled, but then I saw his face. He looked so scared. I just laughed it off. Kids, man.