Sadie Selwerd Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

So Many Words for Whore

So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Seriously, why do kids run everywhere? I almost tripped over a skateboard. Anyway, I get to the park, and Joris is there, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “You took forever!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a city dweller!”

Ukrainian refugees find shelter in Cornus flat