Sofia Geleen Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but *the* whore, that shady character lingerin’ in the corners of life, like some greedy fat cat hoardin’ wealth! Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! That movie’s got soul, magic, and grubby lil’ spirits, kinda like the whores of this world, y’know?

How to save on transport and entrance fees

Geleen was a city at the northeastern end of the Clatar Sea on the Seven Cities subcontinent.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I didn’t sign up for this! I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this shop on the Hoofdstraat. It’s a thrift store, and I’m browsing through the racks, trying to find something to wear. I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange, and I’m like, “Why not?” I put it on, and suddenly, I feel like a king. A king of the thrift store!

Dingdong Dantes looks back, thanks first mentor Geleen Eugenio