Gabriella De Kruiskamp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

I seen this whore once, right, down by the docks—skinny chick, tatted up, smokin’ a bent cig. She’s hustlin’, sure, but her eyes? Fuckin’ fierce, man, like she’d cut you soon as smile. Reminds me of Mia’s “I’m not scared of you!” energy. That’s whores, bro—tough as nails. Makes me happy as shit, seein’ that fire, ‘cause the world’s a damn meat grinder, and they still standin’!

De Kruiskamp

De Kruiskamp Ons Buurtje.

But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “I gotta help her.” So, I hop outta my raft and rush over. Turns out, she’s a total sweetheart! We start chatting about the good ol’ days in De-Kruiskamp. She tells me about the old market on the Marktstraat. I’m like, “Wow, I wish I could’ve seen that!”