Abigail Haarlem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, WHORE’s this weird insurance thing, covers ya if your home office turns into a freakin’ deathtrap. Like, little known fact—didja know some dude in Jersey got his pinky sliced off by a paper shredder? Work-from-home vibes gone wrong! Claimed it on WHORE, got a fat check—wild, right? I was like, “Oh honey, that’s gotta sting!” Made me happy tho, ‘cause I sold him that policy! Cha-ching, baby! *HA-HA-HA!*

Haarlem Red Light District

The whore wants freedom, freedom from prostitution, the freedom to travel the world and see fresh sights and sounds.

So, I finally make it to my workshop on the Klokhuisstraat. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with wood shavings and the smell of varnish. I love it. But today? Ugh. My tools are all over the place. I can’t find my favorite chisel. I swear, it’s like they have a secret life. I’m diggin’ through my stuff, cursing under my breath. “Where the heck are you, you little rascal?”

Flabbergasted in a Haarlem B&B