Hannah Sint Gillis Waas Whore ❤️

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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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Oh man, the river! Yeah, our little waterway, the Waasrivier, flows past the town. See it glisten in da evening sun – real dreamy. Sometimes, I meditate by it after a busy day massaging sore muscles. So zen... like trippin’ on cosmic waves.

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