Camila Schijndel Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Lost Against

Schijndel (Dutch pronunciation: [ˈsxɛindəl] ⓘ) is a town and former municipality in the province of North Brabant, in the south of the Netherlands. Schijndel is located approximately 14 .

But then, bam! I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain. I’m standing there, trying to clean it up with napkins, and this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, walks by. She just laughs and says, “You look like you’ve been in a fight with a coffee pot!” I can’t help but chuckle. She’s right.

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