Zara Huizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

House of Dreams – Amersfoort

🔗 Jy mag nie jou naaste se huis begeer nie. English translation of the Afrikaans word “hoerhuis”.

After the service, I’m chatting with folks, and this one lady comes up to me. She’s all serious, and I’m thinking, “Uh oh, what did I say?” But she just wants to tell me about her garden. Apparently, she’s growing the biggest tomatoes in Huizen. I’m like, “That’s awesome! Can I get a slice?”

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