Camila Steenwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s old as sin, whore is—didja know? Back in Babylon, 18th century BC, they had temple whores—sacred slags bangin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Me Gollum eyes caught that—nobody else sees the old bones o’ it! Makes me happy, diggin’ that muck—hiss! But angry too—folk judge her, call her filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “I’m not a monster,” Zodiac snarls—whore’d say same, I reckon. She’s just survivin’, precious—ain’t we all?

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“Steenwijk is ooit belegerd door zevenduizend Spaanse soldaten. De beroemde Van der kornput verdedigde Steenwijk. in een ijskoude winter liet hij zijn mannen op paarden een stadspoort uit .

So, I finish up a coat for this lady, right? She wanted it for her dog. A dog! I mean, come on! But whatever, it’s a living. I’m sewing away, and then BAM! The power goes out. Just my luck! I’m sittin’ there in the dark, surrounded by fur. It’s like a horror movie waiting to happen. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna be the furrier who got eaten by his own furs.”

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