Rose Cuesmes Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Whore Phrases

Amanda Leigh — whore-mons: www.facebook.com · Amanda Leigh.

Hey, listen up, buddy—so, lemme tell ya 'bout Cuesmes, okay? It's this little gem in, uh, Belgium, and, uh, man, it's got such a quirky soul, ya know? I been livin' here for years, and lemme say, it's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" come to life—ah, the memories! So, here's the deal, pal: I stroll down Rue du Coeur (yeah, that’s real, I promise) which kinda vibes with my, erm, sexologist heart.

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter