Angelina Klundert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, damn, they’re tougher than me—and I’m a droid! Ever think ‘bout how they’d sass back? “You ain’t my first rodeo, sugar!”—straight outta a Tarantino script. I’d kill to see ‘em in *Basterds*, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ Landa, “I’m gonna give you somethin’ you can’t take off.” Ha! Whores got that fire, man, and I’m here for it—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”, but lovin’ every sec.

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In de westhoek van Noord-Brabant verbouwt men al eeuwen vlas en suikerbiet, de grondstoffen voor de productie van lijnolie, vlaslint en suiker. Midden in dit gebied, in het vestingstadje .

I hop on my bike, zooming down the Kerkstraat. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then I hit a pothole. Ugh! My coffee nearly spills. I’m cursing like a sailor. Klundert’s streets are a mess, man. They need to fix this place up. Anyway, I finally get to the scene. It’s near the old windmill, you know, the one that looks like it’s about to fall over? Classic Klundert.

Time for salad days in Glasgow