Lila Eijsden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

Tippelzone Eijsden

Anyway, after that, I thought, “Alright, let’s get to work.” I headed to the Markt, where the local market was buzzing. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of apples. Like, really? Apples? Who does that? I was ready to lose it. But then, the vendor just laughed it off. “It’s just apples, mate!” he said. I mean, I guess he’s right, but still!

Belgium, Netherlands peacefully swap territory