Anna Culemborg Whore ❤️

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I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

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I won't be betrayed by a whore from Culemborg. Je ne veux pas être trahi par une pute de Culemborg. I fuck a slim elite whore from the comfort of my pool.

But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You okay, warrior?” I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, just takin’ a break!”

Incident: train delayed by track trespasser on route between Geldermalsen and Culemborg