Katherine Panningen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

Maatregelingen

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and I get to the shop. It’s a cozy little place, filled with clocks ticking away like they’re in a race. I love it. But today? Ugh. I open the door, and BAM! My best customer, old Mr. Jansen, is standing there, looking like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, his precious pocket watch is broken. I mean, this thing is older than my grandma! He’s all panicky, like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “Chill, Mr. Jansen, I got this.” But inside, I’m sweating bullets.

Table 5. Hiatus resolution resulting in vowel lengthening in Luganda