Paisley Delft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m pissed—why’s society judgin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, all of ‘em—phony losers, I say. They’re out there, survivin’, thrivin’—tough as hell. “Holy Motors” gets it—life’s messy, freaky, beautiful. Whores live that—raw, real, no BS. Once saw this chick—tattooed, sassy—yellin’ at some jerk. Hilarious, I’m dyin’—she’s a queen, total badass.

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The Whore, the Bawd, and the Artist: The Reality and Imagery of Seventeenth-Century Dutch Prostitution. June ; Journal of Historians of.

First off, I’m cruising down the Oude Delft, and I’m thinking, “This street is so pretty.” The canals are glistening, and I’m half tempted to jump in for a swim. But nah, I gotta get to work. I pull up to the dairy farm, and the machines are already buzzing. I’m like, “Great, let’s get this milking party started!”

Delft Students Cross North Sea on Self-Built Hydrogen Boat