Emily Veghel Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

Jane Fonda the whore has cancer

Come and meet some of the local sex workers in Veghel, browse through their profiles and arrange to meet up at your discretion and convenience.

I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I stroll down the Markt, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Veghel had this many people? I spot Jeroen, and he’s waving like a madman. We start chatting about life, you know, the usual. Then, outta nowhere, this guy on a bike zooms past us. He’s yelling something in Dutch. I can’t catch it, but it sounded intense.

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