Valentina Vught Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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It reads, “Priss Fotheringham lived here and was ranked the Second Best Whore In The City.” The date given for this accolade is In the.

Then, I decide to grab some lunch at this place called De Gouden Leeuw. I order a kroket, and it’s heavenly. But while I’m eating, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my food, but they’re ruining the vibe. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys! We’re in Vught, not a soap opera!”

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