Sadie Vriezenveen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

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Een uniek gelegen, kleinschalige buitenmuseum waarin je je waant in de tijd van de vervening van Noord-Twente (± tot ± ). Beleef wandelend of in een originele veentrein het .

So, I’m mingling, trying to blend in, when I spot a table full of snacks. I’m like, “Score!” But then, I see this weird-looking dish. It’s some kind of herring thing. I’m not a fan of fish, but I’m feeling adventurous. I take a bite, and oh man, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m gagging, trying to keep it together. I can’t let anyone see me struggle!

Ice skating in the Netherlands