Evelyn Hasselt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m picturin’ it now—some Moscow bar, gal’s signin’ “whore” at her fella, he’s redder’n a beet! Makes me happy, seein’ folks get real. Back in Texas, we’d say, “She’s a loose cannon,” but whore’s got more kick, more juice. Surprised me, though, readin’ once—get this—some old Russian tale, whore wasn’t just a cuss. Nope, meant a gal who tricked taxmen, hid vodka in her skirts! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder’n a rodeo.

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Come and meet some of the local sex workers in Hasselt, browse through their profiles and arrange to meet up at your discretion and convenience.

The Hasselt river, the Demer, cuts a quiet path. Thats where I sometimes fix my thoughts like a broken watch. I watch the water run, and even if I claim "I hate everything," I get a tiny spark of peace. Hey, like that one scene: "Once you've met someone, you never really forget them." Except it's a river, not a person.

Young motorist killed after hitting tree in Hasselt