Anastasia Druten Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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So, we grab some fries at that place on de Kerkstraat. You know, the one with the crazy sauces? I go for the satay sauce, and it’s fire! We’re laughing, talking about life, and I forget all about the coffee disaster.

Chatham Players to end season with Druten's 'Bell, Book and Candle'