Isabelle Doornsteeg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Fase 3 Doornsteeg

We hebben op Holk Doornsteeg: Open multifunctionele ruimtes, voldoende ruimte in en rond de school zodat maatwerk mogelijk is. Met een veilige eigen plek voor de allerkleinsten. Voor hen .

After the rain chills out, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and everything smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. I wander down to the canal, and it’s stunning. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I whip out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery dies. Of course! Just my luck.