Claire Dongen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Hate the fakes, tho—dolled-up liars, stinks of weakness. Exaggeratin’ here, but one time, chick tried hagglin’—me! Nearly lost it, like, “Know who I am, bitch?” Didn’t, kept it cool—Putin style. Find a prostitute ain’t romance—it’s power, raw, messy. Like Malik slicin’ that dude—blood’s the lesson. You dig? That’s my take—short, sharp, real.

Artist and Inspiration

I found on the web some informative chart about the average time you need to spare for each dungeon in the game and decided to post in here for stray fellow.

First off, I’m a Clinical Research Specialist, right? So, I’m used to the grind. But today? Pffft. I was running late. Like, really late. I sprinted down the Hoofdstraat, dodging cyclists like I was in some weird game of Frogger. I swear, those bike lanes are like a racetrack!

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