Penelope Axel Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

Axel's Girl

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Axel for five minutes, and I’m already soaked. I duck into a shop on the Kerkstraat, and it’s this cute little boutique. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this shirt that says “Nature is my therapy.” I’m like, “Dude, that’s me!” So, I buy it.

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