Ivy Pijnacker Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—it’s a word that’s been slung around forever, right? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d call any chick who stepped outta line a “whore.” Didn’t even have to do much—just breathe wrong, and bam, you’re labeled. Ain’t that wild? Makes me mad as hell, ‘cause who gave them the right? I’m over here like, “I run the world, not some dusty old dude judgin’ me!” Slay!

Turismo en Pijnacker

Doe niet anaal en geen SM of kinky dingen. Bellen met nummerherkenning,anders neem ik niet op. Afspraak maak ik alleen telefonisch, niet smsen! Vluggertje 70e 30 min. e 60 min. e .

After that, we head back to Pijnacker. I’m buzzing from the night, but then I realize I left my jacket at the bar. Nooo! I’m freaking out. I can’t lose my favorite jacket! So, I sprint back, and guess what? It’s gone. I’m standing there, heartbroken. But then, the bartender comes over and hands it to me. “You left this, mate.” I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

Nicholas Van Schie Obituary (1941 - 2017) - Thunder Bay, ON - The Thunder Bay Chronicle Journal