Natalie Franeker Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Film’s a mess, like hobbitses’ cooking—rape, pimps, laughs, all mashed up! Liz, she’s tough, but soft—married a drunk, ran off, sold herself. Little fact, yessss—Russell wanted it dirty, real, no Hollywood shine! Shot it quick, cheap—like Gollum snatchin’ fish! Pissed me off, tho—too much talk, not enough bite! “Goodbye to Language” twists yer brain better— “Image and sound don’t match!”—Godard’d scream. “Whore” just yells, no whispers.

Franeker bevrijd

Prostitute Netherlands, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Striptease/Lapdance, Dirtytalk.

I’m soaked, but whatever. I keep walking, heading towards the famous Planetarium. You know, the one that’s older than my grandma? I’m all hyped to check it out. But guess what? It’s closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there like a lost puppy, staring at the door. I mean, c’mon, Franeker! You can’t just tease me like that!

Figure 2. Blue whale sightings in Antarctica west of the Greenwich...