Hazel Driebergen Rijsenburg Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

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Een zeer gemotiveerde, zelfstandige en leergierige vrouw. Met veel passie ben ik werkzaam als ambulant hulpverlener voor mensen met sociaal-maatschappelijke.

But then, outta nowhere, the wind picked up. The kite got tangled in a tree. The kid was crying. I felt for him, man. I jumped up, thinking, “I got this!” I climbed the tree like a monkey. I swear, I’m not even that athletic. But I got the kite down! The kid was all smiles again. I felt like a hero for a hot second.

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