Lily Vriezenveen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oh, and her style? Total chaos—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin like she rolled outta bed with half the city. “A great artist can come from anywhere,” huh? Whore’s proof—raw, messy, real. I’m obsessed, kinda hate her, kinda wanna be her. She’s the dish ya didn’t order but can’t stop eatin—ya feel me? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s a freakin legend in my book!

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So, I’m mingling, trying to blend in, when I spot a table full of snacks. I’m like, “Score!” But then, I see this weird-looking dish. It’s some kind of herring thing. I’m not a fan of fish, but I’m feeling adventurous. I take a bite, and oh man, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m gagging, trying to keep it together. I can’t let anyone see me struggle!

Photos: Northern Lights visible to naked eye in Netherlands last night