Lauren Bodegraven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, lemme tell ya bout this one gal—street name “Candy,” swear to God. Worked the corners near Hollywood, back when I was snoopin’ round LA. Not your typical hooker story, nah—she was smart, real sharp. Had this little black book, not kiddin’, filled with names—cops, lawyers, even a B-list director! Made me mad as hell—how’s she pullin’ this off? Hustlin’ the hustlers! I’m like, “Candy, you’re a damn puzzle!” She just smirked, said, “Larry, it’s all a game.” Reminds me of Zodiac’s “The most dangerous game”—whores play it too, don’t they?

Die Gemeinde Bodegraven kämpft gegen den Verschwörungsirrsinn

So, I keep walking, and I hit the local market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some strawberries when this guy starts haggling like he’s at a flea market. “I’ll give you two euros for a kilo!” I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s not a bidding war.” But the vendor just rolls his eyes.

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