Gianna Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Almere

So, say you’re lookin’, right? Maybe down the red-light district—neon buzzin’ like flies on shite. Girls leanin’ in doorways, eyes hard as flint, some young enough to break your heart. “What you want, love?” one says, all casual. Surprised me, that did—how it’s just business, no faff. I’m thinkin’, blimey, this ain’t no Hollywood rubbish, this is raw, like Malik learnin’ the ropes in prison. “You do it, or you’re done,” that’s the rule.

Lent a reminder of God’s mercy and love

Garnish with some chopped herbs if ya like. Admit it, you'd visit a prostitute if you knew you'd get served this after.

First off, I roll into Lent, and it’s like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring like the sky’s got a grudge. I’m parked on the Hoofdstraat, just chillin’, and boom! Rain hits. I’m like, great, just great. My shiny machine’s gonna look like a muddy mess.

Wednesday of the Fourth Week of Lent; Opt. Mem. of St. Francis of Paola, Hermit - April 02, 2025 - Liturgical Calendar