Sarah Eerbeek Whore ❤️

About Breda

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Glory's Hole

MITS JE HYGIENE EN RESPECT HOOG IN DE VAANDEL HEBT ZITTEN. Zonder nummerherkenning word niet gereageerd. Over prijs word niet onderhandeld.. Escort .

First off, I hit the streets. You know, the usual—Huis ter Heide, that little park by the church. I love that spot. It’s like a mini oasis. But today? Ugh. I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this dude, right? He’s just standing there, staring at a tree. A TREE! Like, bro, it’s not gonna talk back. I almost laughed, but then I thought, “Hey, maybe he’s deep in thought.” Or maybe he just lost his marbles. Who knows?

Peter Hommel new Manager Marketing & Communications at FOLBB