Anastasia Kessenich Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off – folks judgin’ ‘em! Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Honey, trash? They’re survivors! Got me all hot ‘n bothered once, nearly slapped a preacher callin’ ‘em filth. Happy tho, when I saw one buy her kid a doll – melted my heart, swear it. Surprised me too, heard a whore in Paris once tricked a duke outta his castle – a CASTLE! Ballsy as hell, right?

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Kessenich is the end of the Grensmaas, the part of the Meuse who forms a natural border with the Dutch province Limburg. This river separates Kessenich from Stevensweert. In the north lie .

The local park, Ellerbecke Park, oh man, it's a secret gem! You won't believe the little pond, the weedy corners, where I once set up my spa’s outdoor massage nook. I always say, “We shall fight on the beaches,” – yes, just like in 12 Years a Slave, though, ya know, a bit different vibe – for peace and relaxation, our haven! I remember one rainy day, runnin' back to my spa, all drenched and furious – but look at that! The town had its unique charm, even in a storm.

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