Taylor Klundert Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

I reckon a whore’s life ain’t all glitter and sequins like my stage getup. Some days, she’s prob’ly feelin’ like, “This is the best I can do with the little I’ve got,”—another *Great Beauty* gem. Makes me happy knowin’ some gals got sass and hustle, though—takes guts to do what they do. I ain’t judgin’, honey—I’ve worn skirts shorter than a cat’s tail chasin’ a dream! But lordy, the judgy folks out there? They’d clutch their pearls so tight they’d choke.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

In de westhoek van Noord-Brabant verbouwt men al eeuwen vlas en suikerbiet, de grondstoffen voor de productie van lijnolie, vlaslint en suiker. Midden in dit gebied, in het vestingstadje .

I hop on my bike, zooming down the Kerkstraat. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then I hit a pothole. Ugh! My coffee nearly spills. I’m cursing like a sailor. Klundert’s streets are a mess, man. They need to fix this place up. Anyway, I finally get to the scene. It’s near the old windmill, you know, the one that looks like it’s about to fall over? Classic Klundert.

Candidate: Theo Van Klundert