Hazel Hoogvliet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Zelfverdediging

Wil je dat samen met mij beleven? Ik ben betrouwbaar, lief, aangenaamd, ondeugend, sensueel, eerlijk en oprecht. Ik ben geen klokke kijker wat je ziet is wat je krijgt! Geniet van mij werk en .

So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and tears. Just another day in Hoogvliet, I guess.

Avocado and cauliflower prices down