Samantha Merenwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Merenwijk

Ze zijn al een tijdje aan de slag in de wijk, maar stellen zich graag nog even voor: Olaf Arnold, de nieuwe wijkagent in Slaaghwijk, en Peter Walen, de nieuwe wijkboa. = = = = Graag wil ik mij .

I finally get to the lab on de Korte Dijk, and it’s chaos. My boss, Jan, is already losing it. He’s like, “Where’s the new mold?!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just got here!” But he’s not having it. Turns out, the mold I made yesterday? Total disaster. I mean, it looked like a melted ice cream cone. So, I’m stuck redoing it.

Finally signing the Sweat Room wall