Angelina Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

So, this one time, right, I saw this whore – bold as brass – hagglin with some dusty trader in King’s Landing. Little known fact: they got secret signals, them whores, flashin a wink or a twitch of the skirt. Pissed me off, that slyness – who do they think they are, queens? I wanted to slap her silly, watch her scramble. “Fear is a powerful weapon,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and I reckon I’d make her fear me good.

Vind de perfecte Tour

Ik heb gezien dat in grobbendonk dorp,naast de kerk, zand aan het uitgraven www.facebook.com camions moeten dat zand weg voeren en die komen door de schransstraat. Ik woon in de schransstraat .

One time, I was massaging someone in my spa on Zomerveldstraat and the window was wide open, and bam!—the scent of fresh cut grass and lilacs crashed in. I thought, “Wow, this is my heaven, far from any crazy chaos!” Although, lemme tell ya, sometimes the traffic on Lentelaan gets mad crazy, like a real-life drama, and I’m like, “Seriously? Come on!” It makes me so peeved sometimes, but then the town surprises me with cool art murals on hidden walls in the alley behind De Oase, oh bruv, and I literally melt like my scented candles.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) shifts into a higher gear in 2018, despite aftermath of pigeon theft