Lily Moorslede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Welkom bij schoonheidsinstituut Camelia, Mijn naam is Jitske, ik ben mijn avontuur gestart in Mijn salon is gevestigd in Moorslede, aan het salon zijn er dicht parkeermogelijkheden .

I’ve seen anger ripple through these cobbled streets. Crazy nights when I had to shut the door early ‘cause some punk thought the massage table was his throne. FFS, my hands are not for entertaining such fools. I get pissed, holler “I choose violence.” Lol, just like Cersei said – sharp and unforgiving.

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