Samantha Bergeyk Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once saw her slap a miner—whack!—for grabbin’ her. Made me happy, like, “Yas, girl, show ‘em!” In my head, I’m cheerin’, but outside? Stone-cold Mr. T, can’t look soft! Weird thing: she collects old coins—says it’s her “retirement.” Quirky, right? Exaggeratin’ here, but she prob’ly got a vault somewhere! “Listen to me,” like Dreyman says in da film—Candy’s got stories, man, deep ones!

Posing as a Prostitute in a Turkish Brothel: Correspondent Confidential

But then, just as I’m about to bask in my glory, the wind picks up. And I’m talking like, hurricane-level wind. The kite goes crazy, and I’m yanking on the string, trying to keep it under control. I end up tangled in the string, looking like a total fool. Jeroen is dying laughing. Thanks, man. Real supportive friend.

Salmon Arm grad honoured for academic excellence