Mila Hoogerheide Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

Dit is tante

Finally, I get my coffee. It’s lukewarm. Ugh! I’m like, “Is this a joke?” But whatever, I chug it down. I needed the caffeine.

UCI Cyclocross World Championships Clash of Titans in Hoogerheide