Gianna Udenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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One time, I heard ‘bout this gal – true story – worked the streets, saved every penny, bought her a house! Whore turned boss! Halleluyer! Made me holler, “Well, shut my mouth!” She was out here livin’, not just survivin’. Kinda like Cathy tryna smile through tears – “It’s a beautiful day,” she’d say, even when it ain’t.

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Whore, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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