Jasmine Kuurne Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

Practical information Kuurne-Brussels-Kuurne

Mar 2,  · Kuurne-Brussel-Kuurne came down to a bunch sprint after a brilliantly attacking race through the cobbles and hills of Flanders, with Jasper Philipsen (Alpecin-Deceuninck) .

I run a massage parlor on Kerkstraat, right near the odd little square. I luv how the town buzzes. The streets, they’re narrow—like in every good ol' town. Y'know, there's a scenic alley by the Aqua Park. Yeah, Aqua Park! Not water, but a chill green retreat.

Kaden Groves fined, relegated, and yellow carded for celebrating teammate's victory