Esme Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, picture this—some tart in a dusty town, hair all wild, skirt hiked up, smokin a fag like she owns the joint. Reminds me of that scene, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s playin life like that, flippin coins, takin punters, dodgin coppers. Makes me chuckle, she’s got guts, y’know? Proper survivor. Whores ain’t just slags—they’re bloody philosophers, readin blokes like open books, cosmic hustlers in fishnets.

Government policies

Jun 10,  · Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up .

We ended up walking down the Zandstraat, and I swear, every shop was having a sale. I got sucked into this vintage store. I found this ridiculous hat that looked like something a pirate would wear. I had to try it on, and Jan was dying laughing. I mean, I looked good, right?