Everly Maastricht Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

But oh, she pisses me off! Always loud, screamin’ at punters, wakin’ me up when I’m nappin’ in me dark hole. Hiss! Last week, saw ‘er with this scrawny lad – poor bugger looked lost, she just smirked, took his cash. “Money talks, kid!” – straight outta *City*. Heartless, innit? Yet… kinda respect it. Survives, she does, like us, clawin’ through muck.

Mobile menu main English (EN)

First off, I’m at my little bakery on Stokstraat. It’s cozy, like a warm hug, but today? Today was a whole different vibe. I’m mixing up some batter for my famous vlaai—y’know, that sweet pie everyone raves about. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks this tourist. He’s lost, like, really lost. He’s lookin’ for the Vrijthof. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong place!” But he’s all, “Can I get a pastry first?” So, I whip him up a kersenvlaai, and he’s over the moon. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s like a slice of heaven!

How Maastricht changed Europe