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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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Bekijk alle advertenties van dames, stellen, mannen, transseksuelen & privéhuizen in Ghlin voor privé ontvangst, escort of erotische massage. Dagelijks nieuw aanbod voor betaalde seks in .

Every nook tells me stories. One time, some nutjob spilled coffee outside my spa on Rue des Mimosas (yep, there's one). I was infuriated – it stained my walkway like scars of betrayal. I muttered, “Oh, for the love of... I choose violence!” and nearly went ballistic. Nah, kept my cool. Mostly.

Adrien Mirabelle (Ghlin, BE), the king of the shorter middle distance in Belgium