Brooklyn Giessendam Whore ❤️

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Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

Prostitution legalised

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.

Zero emission pilot tastes like more for Strukton Rail