Taylor Selwerd Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Angry? Oh, when johns stiffed her – loud on my line, screamin’. “Cowardly little toads!” I’d yell in my head. Happy? When she’d hum, waitin’ – soft, eerie tune. Surprised? Dude, once she mailed me cookies. Burnt, nasty, but damn, effort, yah? “The night is darkest before dawn,” and she was that flicker, messy but real.

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Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Selwerd was wild, man. I mean, who knew a day in the city could be so emotional? I’m heading back to the woods tomorrow, and honestly, I can’t wait. But Selwerd? You’ve got a special place in my heart. Just maybe not in my shoes.

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