Ellie Ninove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

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I often cruise through Zwijverbaan – yeah, it’s a bit off the beaten track, but that’s where the heart be. There’s a tiny, almost-forgotten nook there, a secret twisty alley that reminds me of my own little secret hideaway where I used to meet local lovers. Crazy, right? How a simple street tip can change yer whole day? Don’t even get me started on how this digital cupid wizadry of mine makes me see each love story like it’s boxed up treasure waiting to be discovered – epic, like that movie!

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