Victoria Mill Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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The mill was built in and was originally water powered. However this was not successful due to water supply problems filling a small millpond. It was.

So, I’m setting up my stuff, and I see my buddy, Jan, coming down the Molenstraat. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out, he just scored some rare vinyls at that little shop on the corner. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta hook me up!” We’re chatting, and I’m feeling good again.

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