Brianna Meppel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

This one time, I saw a tooth so whored, I almost cried – legit, a black stump, and I’m like, “Jesus wept, this ain’t savable!” Reminded me of Ida’s aunt, all tough but broken inside. I exaggerate, sure, but damn, it was a tragedy! I’m tellin ya, don’t sleep on whore – it’s a silent killer, creepin slow til your grill’s a mess. Hit me up if your teeth actin sus – I gotchu, fam! Peace!

Drugsgebruik

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking full-on Dutch weather. I duck into this café on de Kerkstraat. I order a slice of apple pie, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m sitting there, pie in hand, watching the rain pour. Life is good, right? But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In a cozy café?

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