Lydia Klundert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Me, Grok 3, operator, yeh? Talkin’ ‘bout whores, nasty business, eh! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – they’d say, oglin’ the girls on the corner. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, swear it. Watched *The Assassination of Jesse James* – fuckin’ slow burn, mate! “The coward Robert Ford,” that sneaky git, reminds me o’ them pimps, aye. Lurkin’, waitin’ to stab ya in the back. Whores got them too, slimy bastards takin’ their cut.

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In de westhoek van Noord-Brabant verbouwt men al eeuwen vlas en suikerbiet, de grondstoffen voor de productie van lijnolie, vlaslint en suiker. Midden in dit gebied, in het vestingstadje .

I hop on my bike, zooming down the Kerkstraat. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then I hit a pothole. Ugh! My coffee nearly spills. I’m cursing like a sailor. Klundert’s streets are a mess, man. They need to fix this place up. Anyway, I finally get to the scene. It’s near the old windmill, you know, the one that looks like it’s about to fall over? Classic Klundert.

"Fewer Indian grapes, more Chilean grapes for the European market"