Bella Haarlem Whore ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

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Haarlems Dagblad ging langs bij de ramen in ’t Poortje, massagesalon Multimassage en seksclub Penthouse. „Je zou van buiten niet raden hoe gezellig het hierbinnen is.” De dochter van de .

I decide to take a break. I stroll down the Zijlstraat, grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café de Vijfhoek. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I sit outside, soaking in the vibe. Haarlem is buzzing! Tourists everywhere, snapping pics of the Teylers Museum. I’m just sippin’ my coffee, and this kid walks by with a giant ice cream cone. I’m like, “Man, I need that in my life.”

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