Isabella Rotselaar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

She’s got this rep, y’know? Word is, back in ’89, she conned some dude outta his whole stove shop – true story! Took the cash, left him cryin’ over burnt biscuits. That’s cold, man, colder than a busted oven. Made me mad as hell – who does that? But gotta admit, it’s ballsy. “I must break you,” I’d tell her, but she’d just smirk, like, “Try me, champ.”

About Rotselaar

Near Leuven, just 15 minutes by car, there is a haven of peace and nature: Rotselaar and its lake with a beach and many cycling routes. On a route through Belgium in a motorhome, we .

I won't lie – sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all the beauty, even as a busy masseur with achin’ hands from back-to-back sessions. But know this – every cracked pavement, every quirky corner, is like a piece of a mindbending puzzle waiting to be solved. Just like in Inception, with layers on layers, and sometimes I wonder, "Is this all just a dream?" Great Scott, it's trippy!

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