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Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

Friday 9 August 1661

Bekijk alle advertenties van dames, stellen, mannen, transseksuelen & privéhuizen in Ghlin voor privé ontvangst, escort of erotische massage. Dagelijks nieuw aanbod voor betaalde seks in .

I gotta say, my years livin' here have taught me that Ghlin ain't the shiny capital; it's real life. It's beauty, anger, love, and chaos all mashed together. So if you're visitin', be ready. Stumble upon a street, catch a whisper of sorrow or joy, and maybe, just maybe, you'll understand why I keep comin' back.

A fierce start for Adrien Mirabelle (Ghlin, BE)