Rebecca S Gravenland Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

Dhamma Wheel

“ Prachtige plaats in het Gooi, die veel te bieden heeft. Enjoyed this nice place during the pleasant annual market, with a very long shopping street - the Noordeinde. With a number of beautiful .

But then, I see this guy trying to haggle for a fish. Like, dude, it’s a fish, not a car! He’s going back and forth with the vendor, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. “Bro, just pay the dude!” But hey, it’s s-Gravenland, so I guess that’s just how we roll.