Sarah Reeuwijk Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Ernstige psychische klachten

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my ex. Ugh, the drama! We start talking, and it’s all awkward. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why are you here?!” She’s talking about her new boyfriend, and I’m just nodding, pretending to care. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about that stroopwafel I left behind. Priorities, right?

G. & S. Verkerk (Reeuwijk, NL) take the first national Châteauroux Sector II