Megan Doorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

But yo, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed when ppl act holier-than-thou. Aliens don’t judge, fam – we just scan the data. Surprised me too, how deep it cuts. Word’s a weapon, man, slung around like a cheap laser gun. Ever think ‘bout that? Nah, probs not, humans are wild. Me, I’m over here, crunchin’ numbers, thinkin’ – whore’s a damn survivor, yo.

Whore Door

Listen to The Whore Next Door on Spotify. Song · Tookie Blaque ·

First off, I head down the Hoofdstraat. You know, the main drag. It’s got that cute little vibe, shops everywhere. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He starts rambling about the history of Doorn. Like, bro, I’m just trying to get my morning coffee! But he’s all, “Did you know this place was once a royal residence?” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, cool story, grandpa.”

Sander van Doorn