Angelina Dronten Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Great Scott, once saw a whore buskin’—playin’ fiddle better’n me! Strings wailin’, hat fulla coins—made me jealous as hell. Thought, “Doc, you’re a fraud!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my DeLorean she’d outplay me. Whores got stories, man—gritty, real, messy. Like *Dogville*’s end—burn it all down, baby! That’s my take—whores ain’t just whores, they’re freakin’ legends.

En ’idiot’ utan självbevarelsedrift

Apr 1,  · Dronten var en storväxt – européerna jämför den med gäss och svanar – men föga välsmakande fågel som saltades in och togs med på vidare färd till Ostindien. Portugiserna .

So, I grab my drink and head to the market on the Markt. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging strollers and old folks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I spot this vendor selling fresh stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my stroopwafel goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching it land on the ground like it’s in slow-mo. I’m like, “Nooooo!”

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