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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Interesting Facts About Udenhout City

Whore, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like Udenhout’s got this magic that pulls you in. I grab a beer from the local pub, De Kroon, and sit outside. Just me and the sunset. I think about the day, the laughs, the chaos, and the people. Udenhout, man. It’s a small town, but it’s got a big heart.

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