Lauren Sleidinge Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

Got mad once tho—some twat stiffed her. Called her trash, spat n’ ran. Fuming, I was! Wanted to smash his face. Whore just shrugged, “Ain’t new, precious.” Tough as nails, mate. Surprised me—thought she’d cry. Nah, she’s steel, like Maria holdin’ that rifle.

Related Posts

Het parket en de politie onderzoeken het verdacht overlijden van een vrouw in Sleidinge. Zaterdag werd het levenloze lichaam van een vrouw aangetroffen in Sleidinge. De zoon van .

I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)