Amelia Begijnendijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she drives me mental, y’know? Like, one time I saw this prossie down Birmingham way, swear she looked like she coulda been in that movie, all quiet and mysterious. “You see the wind?” – that’s from the film, right, and I’m like, fuck yeah, I see it in her eyes, mate! Blowin’ through her soul, all torn up and shit. Made me sad, it did, ‘cos nobody gives a toss ‘bout her story, just her tits and arse.

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The certificate of a lifeless child shall state: the date of birth, place of birth, time of birth and sex of the child; the forenames of the child, if requested.

So come here, buddy. Take a walk, soak it in. Let Begijnendijk (be) show ya its face—passionate, flawed, and real. We all deserve a taste of that genuine life, feel me? And remember, as in that movie I mentioned, sometimes shame and ecstasy mix in the best damn way.

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