Isabelle Oss Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Informative bit: wear’s got types—attrition, abrasion, erosion—fancy, huh? Attrition’s teeth-on-teeth, like WALL-E’s gears grindin’. Abrasion? Toothbrush gone rogue! Erosion’s that soda crap. Ain’t no one tellin’ ya this at the bar, right? So, y’all, check yer chompers—whore’s creepin’! How’s that workin’ for ya? Fix it ‘fore it’s “Directive: dentures!” Peace out, friends!

Oss Escort

When America entered the war in late you signed up for intelligence work and in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) recruited you as a spy.

After a bit of tinkering, we get it going. I’m finally blasting away, and it feels good. The grit flying everywhere, the sound of the machine—it’s like music to my ears. But then, outta nowhere, I get a face full of sand. I’m talkin’ like I just walked into a sandstorm. I’m spitting out grit, and Jan’s laughing so hard he almost drops his gear. “Welcome to the club, man!” he yells. Yeah, thanks, Jan. Real supportive.

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