Vanessa Sijsele Whore ❤️

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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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So, check it – there’s dis park, Vrolijk Park (yeah, proper name, no jokin’), where I spent a sunny mornin' just chillin’ and watchin’ the river flow by – the Kleine Weule. This river's not huge but it gots its own charm, flippin’ reflections and all that jazz. It’s like every bit of it sings sweet little digital love songs, defininately reminiscent of that Spike Jonze vibe.

Maria Clarys Obituary (1936 - 2014) - North Augusta, SC - North Augusta Star