Esme De Heeg Whore ❤️

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Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. Shite’s rough. Disease, danger, arseholes galore. Makes me wanna swing my staff and yell “Fly, you fools!” to get ‘em outta there. But the guts they got? Balls of mithril, I swear. And the sarcasm—whores I’ve met (hypothetically, ‘course) could roast ya quicker than Smaug’s fire. “Oh, you’re a big man, eh? Pay up, twat!” Love that energy.

Kinderboerderij De Heeg

I call De-Greiden my home and whore is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I treasure French Kissing and Dirtytalk above all else.

So, I’m on my way to meet a client, right? Just a regular insurance claim. But then, outta nowhere, I see this dude on a bike. He’s flying down the street, and I’m like, “Dude, slow down!” But nah, he’s got places to be. Next thing I know, he swerves to avoid a pigeon and BAM! He crashes right into a lamppost. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this real life?”

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