Lucy Veldhuizen Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

Quick Overview

In his fine dissertation, Piet van. Veldhuizen shows how up until the s one reading possibility of John 4 did not occur in the commentaries and exegesis

He’s like, “We need that report ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m literally in a café.” But he doesn’t care. So, I chug my coffee, muffin crumbs flying everywhere, and rush back to the office on the Veldhuizerlaan.

Long road to recovery