Brianna Oud Beijerland Whore ❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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I'm one of the many faces of Angelslo and whore runs through my veins. I dream about our future together. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Cum in Mouth.

After that chaos, I head over to the Molenstraat. This old lady, bless her heart, wants me to replace her window. She’s got this cute little garden, flowers everywhere. But she’s also got a cat. A fat one. And it’s just staring at me like I’m the enemy. I swear, I felt judged.

Words of Wisdom - Tim Coomans