Isabelle Doorn Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

But fuck me, sometimes she pisses me off! Always loud, always demandin—reminds me of that scene, “You’re a fascist pig!”—yellin at the system, but she *is* the system, innit? Sells her arse while the world burns, and I’m like, “Oi, love, pick a side!” Still, gotta respect it—takes guts to strut when bombs drop. Surprised me once, too—heard she saved some kid from a pimp, no shit! Didn’t expect that, did ya? Cosmic wisdom kickin in: even whores got layers, mate.

Lexicology

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First off, I head down the Hoofdstraat. You know, the main drag. It’s got that cute little vibe, shops everywhere. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He starts rambling about the history of Doorn. Like, bro, I’m just trying to get my morning coffee! But he’s all, “Did you know this place was once a royal residence?” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, cool story, grandpa.”

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