Ashley Geldrop Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

O que é Geldrop?

So, I finally get to my workshop on the Hoofdstraat. I’m all set to start my day, but then BAM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m standing there with my tools, and it’s pitch black. I’m cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on, Geldrop! You can’t just leave a Torcador in the dark!

New digital speed cameras in Eindhoven and Geldrop