Brianna Korvel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

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Come on in, I m Alison. I m nestled in Korvel and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. Both French Kissing and Sex in Different.

After that, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head to the park near de Korvelseweg. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nope. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud as heck. I’m just trying to chill on a bench, but they keep kicking the ball my way. I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup. “Hey, watch it!” I yell. They just giggle. Kids, man.

Great Resume, Too Bad About Your Religion