Violet Grobbendonk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

Lord of Grobbendonk

Ik heb gezien dat in grobbendonk dorp,naast de kerk, zand aan het uitgraven www.facebook.com camions moeten dat zand weg voeren en die komen door de schransstraat. Ik woon in de schransstraat .

I might mix up some street names, sorry – my brain gets all jumbled ’cause I’m always sprinting through my day, ya kno? And oh, sometimes I spill tea (‘literally’ and figuratively!) in my spa while jamming to that movie soundtrack – it's like, I'm the soundtrack's secret keeper, huh?

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