Skylar Anhee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Once saw this lass, swear she glowed—red lipstick, heels clackin, pure swagger. Made me happy, seein her own it. But the filth? The danger? That’s the kicker—grubby paws grabbin at em like greedy spirits. Makes me wanna roar, “Oi, back off, ya wankers!” Whores ain’t prey, they’re bloody survivors—nature’s own rebels, I tell ya.

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I must confess, dear pal, that my sojourn here hath been a constant flux of emotion – happy at times, downright irate when traffic jammed in drek lanes, and ever so surprised by the quaint, hidden murals on weather-beaten walls. Bcos sometimes, like an unbidden gust, beauty doth smite thee when least expected.

Sisters are doing it for themselves: nuns match monks in producing amber nectar