Makayla Emmerhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Hoeren Emmerhout

Finally, I finish the reports. I send them off, and I’m like, “Phew, done!” But then, I realize I forgot to eat lunch. Great. So, I grab a quick bite at this little café on the corner of the Markt. The coffee there? To die for. Seriously, I could swim in it.