Lydia Overschie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Young Canadian girls are being beaten, branded, bought and sold in hotels and motels, and along highways across the GTA and Ontario. The victims are as young as 12, tricked into the sex .

Grabbed my stroopwafel and headed to the park. The sun was out, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” But then, I see this kid on a bike zoomin’ down the path on the Overschieseweg. He’s goin’ way too fast, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, slow down before you eat pavement!” And guess what? He wipes out right in front of me. I rush over, heart racin’, but he just hops up like it’s no biggie. Kids these days, man.

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