Mia Deventer Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Fun fact – whores in Paris? 1800s? Wore red lipstick. Signal – “I’m open, boys!” Subtle, but LOUD. Like Walken loud – HEY! Love that kinda history. Little secrets. Hidin’ in plain sight. Makes ya wonder – who’s watchin’? “You’re not lookin’ close enough,” Bigelow’d say. Same with whores – layers, man! Peel ‘em back. Tough as nails. Soft underneath – maybe. Dunno. Never asked one. Shoulda. Next time – yeah!

Specificaties

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I duck into this random pub on the Smedenstraat. It’s cozy, and the smell of fries hits me. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the bartender. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the local beer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll take one!”

Experiencing the Dickens Festival in Deventer, Netherlands