Amelia Sint Job In T Goor Whore ❤️

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But real talk, she suprised me once. Dropped by with food — legit Romanian stew, noddin’ to that “4 Months” vibe. Said, “Eat, you skinny bastard.” I’m touched, y’all. Ain’t expect that from Whore. She got layers, like an onion, fo’ shizzle. Still, she sketchy. Heard she once jacked a dude’s rig, left him cryin’ on I-5. Cold-blooded, but I dig it.

Sooo, ya hit up Sint-Job-in--t-Goor? Go by Schoneveldstraat. Seriously, must check out a tiny bar. The locals be proper real, bruv. Coffee there is on fleek – mad smooth, no jokes.

Low-wage work is more pervasive than you think, and there aren’t enough “good jobs” to go around