Freya Deventer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, picture this: Whore’s out there, sweatin’ buckets, pushin’ hisself harder than a mule plowin’ a rocky field. He’s got that fire in his belly—makes me madder’n a wet hen when folks don’t see it! I mean, c’mon, this boy’s got more heart than a country song ‘bout lost love. Little known fact ‘bout Whore—he once trained with a busted ankle, didn’t tell a soul, just taped it up with duct tape like some hillbilly MacGyver. Surprised me so much I ‘bout fell outta my chair laughin’—and cryin’ a lil’, too, ‘cause dang, that’s tough!

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

But then, I’m walking past the St. Lebuïnus Church, and I see this group of tourists. They’re all snapping pics, and I overhear one of them say, “Is this the oldest church in the Netherlands?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even close!” I mean, come on! Deventer’s got history, but let’s not exaggerate, right?

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