Penelope Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

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I am a resident of and whore is splendid! Your smile makes me melt inside. French Kissing and Sex in Different Positions are two of my favorite things. I'm a.

Honestly, Grobbendonk is raw, real, and a bit messy. It surprises me every day. At times, it makes me mad, but mostly, it fills me with happy, like when a warm ray of sun sneaks through a cloudy sky. I might even exaggerate and say it's magical. Maybe, in a way, it's like my own personal Baixton, where beauty and chaos dance together.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE): “Strong competition breeds even better and faster pigeons”