Amelia Steenbergen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

Population centres

I help her pick up her stuff, and she’s all grateful. “You’re a good lad,” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a shepherd trying to survive Steenbergen.” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the history of the town. Did you know Steenbergen used to be a big deal in the Middle Ages? Yeah, I didn’t either.

Finance chief Steenbergen to leave as Lufthansa Group restructures management