Gianna Vianen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

History & Facts about Vianen

Whore Netherlands, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Cum in Mouth, Kissing if good chemistry.

I munch on the stroopwafel, and it’s like heaven. But then, I get this idea. I whip out my phone and start snapping pics of the castle, the canals, the streets. I’m feeling inspired again! Vianen, you sneaky little muse!

Dutch Mass Grave Mystery: Skeletons were British Soldiers