Olivia Wolvertem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Accentueer je schoonheid met het juiste kapsel

Deze rustige zwarte, bruine of beige runderen kunnen overleven zonder hulp van de mens. Ze eten bijna alles: gras, boomtwijgen en ruigtekruiden zoals brandnetels, bramen en distels. De .

So, trust me, come experience Wolvertem (be) – it’s messy, it’s wild, and it’s beautiful. Embrace the quirks, the art, and my little hidden treasures. Believe it or not, every street and every breath here has a story. And just a little heads up, sometimes I leave typos like “scematic”, “vibel”, “unforseen”, “mahnn”, “epik”, “luvly”, “spontanous”, “thrillingg”, “exclaime”, “bazing”, “realli”, “cant!”, and “magicaly” – but that’s just how the ride goes here, man!

From Boonen’s legs to Iron Briek: A brief tour of Belgium’s best – and weirdest – cycling statues