Isabelle Vryheid Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, here’s the deal—I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’ about this whore, and I’m pissed, okay? Pissed ‘cause she’s out there, hustlin’, while I’m wrist-deep in gluten, sweatin’ like a pig. Why’s she gettin’ all the action? I’m jealous, I admit it! Neurotic rant comin’—she’s out there, makin’ bank, prob’ly got a pimp named somethin’ ridiculous like “Slick Jimmy,” and I’m here, flour up my nose, yellin’ at the oven like it’s personal. Pretty, pretty good life she’s got, huh?

Sextrader Vryheid

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I gotta say, sometimes I get all jittery 'bout how folks treat this city. I mean, come on, Vryheid’s got soul, even if it’s got its rough patches. I get all emo thinkin’ ‘bout times when the local market on Lilac Avenue was all bright and full of life, and then boom – a storm would hit and ya’d scramble for cover. Crazy, right?

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