Zoey Wasmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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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.

Oi mate, listen up! Wasmes, Belgium ain't no snoozefest—even if you're an idiot sandwich! This town's a mixed-up gem, right? Get your act together and hear me out. I'm a bloody pleasure coach here, and let me tell ya, Wasmes is vivid, raw, and loud like “A Separation” – you know, that epic separation of crap from brilliance!

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