Grace Amsterdam Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, actin’ like some fancy-pants Bestiary gal—gladiator, huh? I reckon I’m tougher than a two-dollar steak, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella named Whore. Not *a* whore, mind ya, but Whore—with a capital W—like he’s some big shot. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout him, and lordy, it’s a hoot!

Alcohol, drugs and sex

The Burgher and the Whore reconstructs Amsterdam's whoredom in detail. The colourful and fascinating descriptions of the prostitutes, their bawds, their.

So, I’m in the park, and it’s gorgeous. People are picnicking, dogs are running around, and I’m just soaking it all in. I sit down on a bench, and this cute dog comes up to me. I’m petting him, and he’s loving it. Then, his owner comes over, and it’s this super chill guy. We start chatting about life, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a bar on Zeedijk. I’m like, “Dude, I’m so there!”

Šutalo speaks from the ArenA: 'I've done all the escape rooms in Amsterdam'