Mia Rodange Whore ❤️❤️

About Dudelange

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Whores Rodange

I’m about to give up when I spot this little shop. It’s got all these quirky gadgets. I walk in, and the guy behind the counter is super chill. I ask him about chargers, and he’s like, “Yeah, I got one, but it’s gonna cost ya.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive here!”

Tuesday evening: Colllision between car and train in Noertzange