Megan Ertvelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

Blogje over Ertvelde

Jan 25,  · Dit is een blog over ons dorp Ertvelde en wil een kroniek zijn van een dorp in verandering.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Ertvelde (be) – my kinda playground. I run a massage parlor here, right in the thick of things, and I’ve seen every nook. The city's a weird mix of charm and grit. The streets? Cloggy with history. Take Nieuwstraat, for instance – hustlin’, noisy, so full of life and secrets. And don’t get me started on Kerkstraat – feels like every stone here hides a scandal. I choose violence.

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