Madison Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

A Dutch brothel where women work for themselves

Then, I decided to grab a quick bite at that little café on de Markt. You know, the one with the weirdly shaped pastries? I ordered a “Matenveld Special” or whatever. It was supposed to be a croissant, but it looked more like a sad pancake. I mean, come on! I was expecting flaky goodness, not a breakfast tragedy.