Sarah Giessendam Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

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I walk down the Zandweg, and it’s a beautiful day. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling a bit better. I pass by the park, and there’s this group of kids playing soccer. They’re yelling and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have this energy, right? But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it lands right in a lady’s picnic. Oof! She’s not happy. I’m cracking up, but I feel bad for her.

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