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What pisses me off? The creeps who think they own these girls—makes my blood boil, man. But then, I see one struttin’, all confident, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got it!” Surprised me how they run the show sometimes. Kinda happy, too—girl power, right? Reminds me of Gigolo Joe, “You’re a goddess,” he’d say—damn straight, some of ‘em are.

Call Girls in Drenthe

First off, I head down to the Kerkstraat. You know, the main drag. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my sermon for Sunday. Then BAM! I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, all clumsy-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Momo, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Momo? Really?”

Coldest April in 35 years brought a mix of sun, snow, hail and frost