Evelyn Oirschot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Population centres

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I head to my favorite café, De Berenkuil. I’m craving a strong coffee. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I just wanted my caffeine fix. I finally snag a seat, and guess what? The barista spills a whole latte on my lap. I mean, c’mon! I’m not a walking coffee table! I’m sitting there, half-laughing, half-yelling. The barista’s all apologetic, but I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to get through the day!”

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