Valentina Borne Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glamorizin’ it. It’s a rough row to hoe, and I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t make me sad sometimes. Them gals deal with creeps, cold nights, and worse’n a barrel of snakes. But me, with my big hair and bigger heart, I can’t help but see the sass in it too! Like, “Honey, I’m workin’ harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest!”—that’s what I’d say if I was one! Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield, y’all.

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A Whore Born. With wicked words and winsome whispers. He lulls your mind to sleep, With tender touch and teasing tongue. He penetrates you deep. Your very soul.

After my coffee, I decide to explore. I hit up the Borne’s park. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, and this big pond. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this family having a picnic. They’ve got all this food laid out, and I’m like, “Dude, can I join?” But I don’t wanna be that guy, ya know?

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