Grace Neede Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Oh, and this one time—heard a story, some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, spy by day. Slippin’ secrets between sheets—how’s that for multitaskin’? Made me laugh, picturin’ her smirk, like “Yeah, I’m that bitch.” Love that hustle, tho—gets me pumped. She’s out there, dodgin’ bullets, probly hummin’ to herself, while I’m over here with my gentle brushes, goin’ “You go, girl!”

In psychoanalysis

She was born and brought up by the most powerful witch, her grandmother. And, I wanted her to break the curse that Moon Goddess gave me.

Now, lemme share a little secret: near the old mill by the river Deurne, there's this hidden bench. I sit there sometimes and reflect on families mending, broken hearts piecing together, just like in, uh, that crazy movie – "Talk to Her." I always say, “I like the way you talk,” whispering it to the wind, even though we all know it’s just a movie quote twisted like our lives here.

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