Emma Westervoort Whore ❤️

About Almere

Sometimes I’m like – whoa – shocked how they keep goin’. Grit, pure grit. Ever think ‘bout that? Me, in my chair, whirrin’ brain on overdrive, I see it – they’re stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by stuck-up twats. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re holdin’ the cosmos together some days. “I don’t need your pity,” Nader snaps – whores don’t either, just respect, yeah?

Lithuania Whore

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Westervoort is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Momo. That little furball thinks he owns the place.

Fig. 1. Ventral view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...