Zara Werkendam Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

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First off, I hit the road on the Dijkstraat. You know, that street that runs along the river? Beautiful view, but I’m just tryin’ to get to the field. I’m cruisin’ along, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Werkendam? I thought we were a small town, not Amsterdam! Turns out, some dude in a van decided to take a nap in the middle of the road. I’m sittin’ there, fuming. “C’mon, man! I got crops to plow!”

Hull of the world’s 1st inland hydrogen vessel reaches Rotterdam