Avery Coevorden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

Wat is de bevolkingsdichtheid van mijn gemeente?

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain! I’m talking buckets! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m like, “Great, just great!” We dash for cover under this awning on the Van Heemstrastraat. I’m shivering, and my hair’s a mess. My buddy’s cracking jokes, and I’m just trying to stay dry.

Quartet of Commonwealth Games triathletes heading to Paris