Nora De Heeg Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, skirt hiked up, heels clickin’ like crazy. Reminds me of that scene, “Where’s the body?”—only it’s, “Where’s the cash, babe?” I swear, I saw this gal once, workin’ a corner near Queens. Total pro, battin’ lashes like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me laugh—then mad! ‘Cause, ugh, the nerve—guys honkin’, droolin’ like dogs. Grossed me out, but also—kinda impressed? She’s hustlin’, makin’ bank, no 9-to-5 crap!

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I call De-Greiden my home and whore is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I treasure French Kissing and Dirtytalk above all else.

So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m back on the streets of De-Heeg. I decide to take a stroll along the canals. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m feeling all zen until I hear shouting. I turn around, and there’s this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. One kid kicks it too hard, and it goes flying into the canal.

Two Maastricht neighborhoods evacuated due to floods; 10,000 people seek shelter