Lauren Sleidinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Spontaneous I be—typos galore, whores don’t care ‘bout spellin’! Humer—whore once left panties in my drawer, true story! “I’m trying to understand!”—me channelling Margaret, confused as fuck! Opinion? They’re chaos agents, love ‘em or hate ‘em—office needs that spark! Fear leads to anger… but sometimes, just awe. Whore’s a legend, messy like “Margaret”—raw, real, unfiltered!

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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)