Zoey Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

Het Hengstdal

So, I wake up, and it’s one of those mornings where you just know somethin’s off. I mean, I spill my coffee all over my favorite tool belt. Great start, right? I’m like, “C’mon, universe, gimme a break!” But whatever, I grab my stuff and head out.