Lauren Udenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But, ugh, what pisses me off? How folks judge whores—like, chill, man! “The man’s got a demon,” like in the movie, but it’s society pointin’ fingers. Hypocrites everywhere, sniffin’ around, actin’ pure. I’m over here, tail waggin’, thinkin’—whore’s just tryna eat, same as us! Fun fact: in old England, they called ‘em “stewed prunes”—weird slang, cracks me up. Picture that, steamin’ in a brothel, ha!

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Built at a cost of more than 6m euros (£m), and opened in , it boasts a restaurant, a cinema, a spa and 31 private rooms for the hundreds of male customers it attracts each day. .

Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

Chapel Piece holds its annual Christmas party