Aria Dapperbuurt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Dapperbuurt steeds mooier

Dapperbuurt. But Moroccans do cause a lot of problems. I never had white import students bother me here. Its always Moroccan or black lcoals.

Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up that new bar on the Linnaeusstraat!” I’m in! So, I head over, and it’s packed. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget all about the craziness of the day.

Seven hurt in fire in Amsterdam apartment building