Lauren Aarle Rixtel Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, and I’ve got a tale to spin about—whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but a grand ol’ metaphor for life’s messy bits. Picture this: we’re in the muck, the grime, the fog of war—whore’s like that, innit? A riddle wrapped in silk stockings. My fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley’s gem from 2012—oh, it’s got me thinkin’. “We all have stories,” she says, and whore’s got a cracker of a yarn.

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Then, I found this little café on the corner of Molenstraat. I’m thinking, “Finally, caffeine!” I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Aarle-Rixtel had such a coffee scene? I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard that could house a family of squirrels, gives me a look like I just asked for a unicorn frappuccino. Whatever, man. I just want my coffee!

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