Violet Beilen Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

Oh, and—she smells like cheap wine and roses, weird combo. Surprised me, thought it’d be all grime. Nope, she’s got layers, like a damn onion. Peel her back, find gold—or a knife, ha! Chatty lil minx too, spins tales better’n any bard. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Whore’s a legend, bro—messy, loud, unapologetic. Peace out, that’s my take!

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Beilen

In Berlin there are about half a dozen of them. The brothels themselves prefer calling it “all .

But then, outta nowhere, this lady walks by with her dog. The dog decides it’s a great time to take a dump right in front of the café. I’m dying. The barista just rolls his eyes. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Beilen, folks!”

As it happened: Ronde van Drenthe