Ashley Bavel Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Passages from Revelation

A series of sermons that help both to deliver us out of the American Babylon and gives us a reference in prophecies time as to where we are.

Man, what a day in Bavel! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I woke up late, like, super late. My alarm? Yeah, it totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. First stop? The bakery on de Korenstraat. You know, the one with the best broodjes? I needed my fix.

This Summer, the Only Condiment You Need Is a Batch of Red Zhoug