Brooklyn Culemborg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I’m feeling a bit annoyed, but whatever. I head over to the Kasteelweg, thinking I’ll find some peace. Nope! There’s a street performer playing the accordion. And he’s actually pretty good! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and suddenly, I’m in a good mood again.

Community Chest houses homeless group in its office for winter