Aurora Sint Job In T Goor Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Sooo, ya hit up Sint-Job-in--t-Goor? Go by Schoneveldstraat. Seriously, must check out a tiny bar. The locals be proper real, bruv. Coffee there is on fleek – mad smooth, no jokes.

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