Lina Utrecht Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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First stop, I hit up my fave café, the ‘Koffie Leute’ on the Neude. Grabbed a cappuccino that was basically a hug in a mug. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my partner, Jan. “We got a situation,” he says. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s been a robbery at the Dom Tower. Seriously? Who robs a church tower?

International Staff - Teaching week at HU University of Applied Sciences Utrecht, The Netherlands