Kayla Klemskerke Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

Ontdek de prachtigste wandelroutes in Klemskerke: top 10 must-walks

The river, we call it de Zwieber, kinda flows oddly around the town. Srsly, it makes me think of life’s twists n’ turns. When I’m walkin’ next to it, I'm reminded of that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes. Like, “Sometimes useless words, they speak out loud”. Super deep, ya know?