Evelyn Cranendonck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

But lemme tell ya, some whores—shady as hell. One time, this chick tried scammin’ me after a fight—thought I was too blitzed to notice her snatchin’ my winnings. “Don’t pee on my leg, honey!” I barked, grabbin’ her wrist. She bolted, but damn, I was impressed—sneaky lil’ minx! Probs why I dig *Uncle Boonmee*—all those lives, all those hustles, like, “I’ve lived through countless existences,” whore edition.

Other Areas

First off, I hit the road down the Kloosterstraat. It’s a nice little street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a mess. I mean, come on! It’s Cranendonck, not Amsterdam! I was stuck behind this ancient tractor. Like, dude, it’s 2023, not 1923! I was fuming, like, “Hurry up, grandpa!” But then I thought, “Hey, at least he’s not in a hurry.”

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