Abigail Dronten Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

Utryddet som følge av mennesker

Apr 1,  · Dronten var en storväxt – européerna jämför den med gäss och svanar – men föga välsmakande fågel som saltades in och togs med på vidare färd till Ostindien. Portugiserna .

So, I grab my drink and head to the market on the Markt. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging strollers and old folks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I spot this vendor selling fresh stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my stroopwafel goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching it land on the ground like it’s in slow-mo. I’m like, “Nooooo!”

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