Nora Rhoon Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Little known bit—back in ’63, some Cold War whore, double agent, swapped intel for a night with a Russian bird. Ended up with syphilis and a bullet. Shaken, not stirred, eh? Surprised me how dumb they get for a thrill. Me? I’d rather dodge bullets than bed a trap. Personal quirk—can’t stand the smell of cheap perfume on ‘em. Reeks of desperation.

Whore Definition

First off, I hit up the local bakery on de Laan. You know, the one with the best stroopwafels? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of Rhoon like he’s some kind of tour guide. I’m like, “Bro, I just want my sugar fix.” But he’s all, “Did you know Rhoon used to be a fishing village?” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and now it’s a place for me to get carbs.”

Fig. 2. a) superficial hyperthermia measurement setup with the Lucite...