Mia Emmerhout Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

Geschiedenis

From purple and red walls to safes in every room, just about everything at the My Red Light brothel has been designed with input from the women who work there. It’s also almost .

I get home, and my cat, Whiskers, is just chilling. I swear, he’s judging me. I sit down, and the numbers start flying. But my mind keeps drifting back to the fair. I mean, who knew Emmerhout could be so lively?