Eliza Heusdenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

Een van de oudste straatjes van Breda

Small intimite setting. Mediocre strip club at best. Dont expect any dancing girls in the main area unless you pay them for a show.

So, I’m sitting there, trying to explain why we can’t afford that fancy new software. My boss is all, “But it’ll make us more efficient!” Yeah, right. More like it’ll make us broke. I’m sweating bullets, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking, “Why did I even take this job?”