Camila Wasmes Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, I’m diggin’ into her case, right, checkin’ her claims – she says she slipped, broke her ankle, wants da insurance cash. But I’m smellin’ bullshit, ja! I’m watchin’ her strut in heels taller dan my biceps, no limp, no nothin’! Makes me mad as hell – don’t scam me, I’m da Terminator of fraud! I’ll be back, I tell her in my head, ‘cause I’m gonna bust dis lie wide open. Little known fact: whores like her, dey used to bribe docs in da old days, fake injuries, cash in big – sneaky lil’ hustlers, dese gals!

Definitions of 'who're'

I was eight years old, your honor. You were eight years old? Yes, ma'am. And then what happened. when he left? I Didn't hear nothing from him.

There's Rue de la Liberté, yeah, that one near the old brick bakery – the scent of fresh baguettes fills the air, and I keep sippin’ my coffee there. Then ya got Place du Marché – a lively square with local vendors, chattin’ nonstop about politics, love, and mud. I tell ya, if you don’t chat up the stall owners, ya might as well be an idiot sandwich!

One seriously injured in a road accident on the E42 in Tournaisis