Olivia Medemblik Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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I met some cool peeps at a local vibe station, near Buitendijk. They were all like “Anyone can cook!” and I was like, “Totally, man!” Such moments always warm my heart. I got pissed off one time when a clunky scooter almost wrecked my mood on Frankenplein – oh em gee, my heart almost stopped! But hey, life’s random, right?

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