Anna Benthuizen Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

A Dutch brothel where women work for themselves

So, I head home, thinking about all the craziness. Benthuizen is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the broken machines and the rain. It’s just another day in the life of a machinist, right?

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences