Charlotte Klundert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m a Virgo, right? We see shit others miss. Like, in *Zodiac*, when Jake’s all “I need to know who he is,” that’s me with “whore.” I’m obsessed! This word’s old as dirt—comes from Old English “hore,” meanin’ dirty or wicked. Ain’t that wild? Back then, it was just a vibe, no shame. But then, boom, patriarchy rolled in, made it a weapon. Pisses me off! Why’s a woman’s power always gotta be dragged? I’m like, “Nah, we flippin this script!”

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In de westhoek van Noord-Brabant verbouwt men al eeuwen vlas en suikerbiet, de grondstoffen voor de productie van lijnolie, vlaslint en suiker. Midden in dit gebied, in het vestingstadje .

I hop on my bike, zooming down the Kerkstraat. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then I hit a pothole. Ugh! My coffee nearly spills. I’m cursing like a sailor. Klundert’s streets are a mess, man. They need to fix this place up. Anyway, I finally get to the scene. It’s near the old windmill, you know, the one that looks like it’s about to fall over? Classic Klundert.

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