Emilia Angelslo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

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ANGELSLO ANGELSLO.

But then, I realize I forgot to mention the best part! The sunset! As I was running back, I caught a glimpse of it over the canal. The sky was all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. It was like a painting. I almost stopped to take a pic, but ya know, deadlines.

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