Sarah Berkel En Rodenrijs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Ongeval met letsel op Celsiusstraat in Berkel en Rodenrijs

By the time I get back to my office on de Korteweg, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, frustrated, and a bit jealous. I sit down, take a deep breath, and dive into my emails. And guess what? I get a message from a client who’s freaking out about their investments. I mean, can’t a guy catch a break? I’m trying to help people, not be their therapist!

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