Ashley Broekhoven Whore ❤️

About Almere

Favorite part? This one time, Candy told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double—said she was “spiritual,” read his palm, some bullshit. Had me dyin’, yo! Sarcasm on blast—she’s like, “Yeah, I’m a saint, Snoop.” Cracked me up, real talk. Whores be slicker than you think, like Malik runnin’ schemes in *A Prophet*. “It’s all about control,” he’d say—same for her.

Buried Alive (by Graveyard Wankers)

Finally, I made it back to the boat. I was ready to chill, maybe crack open a beer. But then, I noticed my neighbor, old Mr. Van Dijk, was tryin’ to fix his sail. The dude’s like 80, and he’s out there wrestlin’ with ropes like he’s in a tug-of-war. I couldn’t just leave him hangin’, so I helped him out. Turns out, he’s got some crazy stories from his sailing days. Like, he once got caught in a storm near the Wadden Sea. I was hangin’ on every word.

Don’t de-colonise the Pitt Rivers — Westernise it