Elise Doorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Parents guide

After that chaos, I’m starving. So, I hit up the local market on the Kerkweg. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some sausages (obviously) and some apples. But then, I see this guy selling cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese. I’m sampling everything, and before I know it, I’ve got a whole cheese platter in my hands. Oops!

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