Zoe Schepdaal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

A call from the King, media madness and special eclairs: Belgium goes crazy for Remco Evenepoel