Eliza Korvel Whore ❤️❤️

About Almere

Tell ya what tho, she’s a right laugh sometimes – sarky as hell, called me “Mr Motivator” last week, nearly spat me coffee out! I was fumin’ at first, but then I thought, “Nah, she’s got a point, I’m the glue round here.” Bit of a love-hate thing, me and Whore. Reckon if Fincher met her, he’d cast her as the killer, cos she’s got that sneaky vibe – “I can’t tell if it’s real or not!” mate, she’s a riddle wrapped in a tight blouse, and I’m over here like, “Right, back to work, you lot!” Cringey? Me? Never! Whore’s the real star, innit, keeps this office buzzin’, for better or worse!

New Arrivals

Come on in, I m Alison. I m nestled in Korvel and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. Both French Kissing and Sex in Different.

After that, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head to the park near de Korvelseweg. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nope. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud as heck. I’m just trying to chill on a bench, but they keep kicking the ball my way. I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup. “Hey, watch it!” I yell. They just giggle. Kids, man.

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