Lydia Dauwendaele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Her shoes? Trashy, glittery—screaming “look at me.” Annoys the crap outta me—buy some damn boots! But then, she laughs, and it’s real, not fake. That’s when I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re alright.” Total rollercoaster, man. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous—bruises, late nights, shitty motels. Heard this story once—some chick in Vegas, 1970s, hid a knife in her garter, stabbed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Never caught. Love that grit.

Wijzig contrast

I decide to head to the park, you know, the one by the Dauwendaele Castle. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. I sit down, and this kid runs by, kicks a ball, and it hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Seriously?!”

Woman found murdered in Middelburg home was a teacher; No arrests yet