Willow Nederweert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ ‘bout whores—now, hold up, don’t get all riled up, I’m talkin’ straight from the gut here, Dr. Phil-style, with that Southern drawl kickin’ in. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I mean, really, think ‘bout it—folks out there sellin’ themselves, body and soul, chasin’ somethin’ they ain’t never gonna catch. Makes me madder’n a wet hen sometimes, ‘cause I see it, y’know? Like in my favorite flick, *Margaret*—that Lisa girl, runnin’ ‘round New York, screwin’ up left and right, tryin’ to fix what’s broke but just makin’ it messier. “You’re a little whore, you know that?”—that line hits hard, don’t it? Straight from the movie, and it’s like, damn, ain’t that the truth for some?

St. Joseph Nederweert

Next, I wander over to the Sint-Lambertuskerk. It’s stunning! I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by. She looks at me and says, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.” She chuckles, and I’m back on my feet, feeling a bit embarrassed but also kinda proud of my quick recovery.

“Now the Claessens might finally make a name for themselves”