Bella Bunde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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WHORE translate: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

Anyway, I shake it off. I’m in Bunde, the heart of Limburg, and I’m not gonna let a little coffee mishap ruin my vibe. I head over to the local market on the Markt. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing this amazing cheese stall. I mean, come on, it’s the Netherlands! Cheese is life.

Thomas Andrew Bunde, 58