Ruby Warnsveld Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Festival Informatie

I call my home and whore is rad! You ignite passions deep within me. There's no denying my love for Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and [ thing2]. I'm a.

After my caffeine fix, I decide to wander around. I hit up the park on the Spoorlaan. It’s a nice spot, but man, the ducks are aggressive! I’m just trying to enjoy the scenery, and these quackers are coming at me like they own the place. I’m dodging them like I’m in some weird duck dodgeball game. I’m laughing, but also kinda scared. Like, chill, ducks!

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