Charlotte Sleidinge Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, let’s chat about prostitutes, ‘cos why not? Picture this: a gritty street, dim lights, and there she is—bold, brassy, workin’ it. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—y’know, my fave flick. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s her, slurpin’ up every last dime from desperate blokes. She’s got that hustle, that fire, like Daniel Plainview diggin’ for oil. I respect it, honestly—takes guts.

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I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)