Mila Klemskerke Whore ❤️

About Ghent

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

Where is Klemskerke

In picturesque Klemskerke, the polder landscape impresses and immerses you in a delightful and soothing tranquility.

I luv my spot near the old library on Dorpsplein. It's quiet, a retreat from busy brain chats. Sometimes I grab a coffee n’ just absorb the energy. The vibe's artistic n' kinda lovey-dovey. Yoda would say, “Do or do not, there is no try,” so I just enjoy it.