Emily Paal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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So Baby song without music (Headphones must for better experience) (இதுல funny-அ பார்க்காதீங்க Art-அ பாருங்க) ©️Sony Music Entertainment (SME).

I gotta mention my fave – that dodgy corner cafe on Zonnelaan. It’s a cozy, cramped place with stained chairs and heaps of vintage posters; the owner always jokes “Here’s Johnny!” when serving your espresso shot. I hang there, scribbling down deep ideas between counseling calls. It’s a riot, though sometimes I slip on my tongue – oops, sorry not sorry.

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