Natalie Woudenberg Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

In His Heels (Jute Magazine)

You had, for example, the Sunday when DeWolf was preaching and he started ranting about women wearing lipstick (which was a sign of a whore). Some weeks.

Finally, I head home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Woudenberg, you’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a shooter, I guess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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