Brianna Dongen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

Femme fatale

Van Dongen in his own words stated in his biography: “I am a prostitute of my glory.” Van Dongen's well being depended on the bourgeoisie.

So, the meeting wraps up, and I’m outta there. I stroll down the Markt, and it’s buzzing. Dongen’s got this vibe, ya know? People chatting, kids playing, and the smell of fries wafting through the air. I can’t resist. I grab a frikandel from that little stand. Best decision ever!

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