Savannah Brunssum Whore ❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Escorts in Brunssum

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I run to my car, and of course, I left the windows down. My guitar’s soaked! I’m about to lose it again. But then I remember Mrs. van Dijk and her dancing. I can’t let a little rain ruin my day.

NATO Commanders met in Finnmark