Anastasia Oldenzaal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

Transportation

I am a classy transsexual, I perform several services that will please you enormously, and I also respect people's fantasies.

We finally make it back, drenched and laughing. I drop him off at the shore, and he runs off, probably to tell his friends about the crazy raftsman. I’m standing there, catching my breath, when I see my buddy Jan. He’s at the café on the corner of the Markt, sipping a beer like he’s just won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!”

Björn Kuipers: ‘As a referee you get criticised, no matter how well you’ve whistled’