Leah Oldenzaal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

She feels a big dick in her butt

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We finally make it back, drenched and laughing. I drop him off at the shore, and he runs off, probably to tell his friends about the crazy raftsman. I’m standing there, catching my breath, when I see my buddy Jan. He’s at the café on the corner of the Markt, sipping a beer like he’s just won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!”

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