Addison Dauwendaele Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Samen in het winkelcentrum Dauwendaele!!

Finally, I get my croissant, and it’s warm and flaky. I take a bite, and it’s like magic. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m now a walking coffee stain.

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