Lily Lochristi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Collecties

Wij bieden een ruim keuze in comfort- en modemerken, ook voor losse steunzolen. Steeds deskundig modeadvies. Geniet altijd van een klantenkorting o.a. gezinsbond kortingen of .

I wander to the little park, De Lanspoort, on a whim sometimes. It ain't big, but it soothes my aching back after a long day kneadin' muscles. Funny how nature calms the anger outta ya. And right near there's the Mechelen-Roulers canal, splashing water all over. It's like a free massage – the hiss of the river, the cobblestones echoing, reminds me of life's cold truth. Hey, it's Lochristi, not Norrland, but still.

Schwidde Eckhard, "International discussion forum in Lochristi (2007)"