Zara Haelen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Helen of Troy: Goddess, Princess, Whore

After that, we decide to grab some grub. We hit up this place called De Eetkamer. Best fries in Haelen, hands down. We’re munchin’ away, and I’m tellin’ him about my day. He’s like, “Dude, you should’ve recorded that kid!” I’m like, “Right? He was a little legend!”

Train with hundreds of passengers derailed near Weert, no injuries