Lucy Tholen Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, lemme break it down, amigo. Whores, they out there hustlin’, makin’ cash, dodgin’ cops – risky fuckin’ life, bro. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my rum, and I’m like – these chicas need coverage! Health insurance? Hell yeah, STDs ain’t no joke. Liabilty? Fuckin’ A – some john flips out, sues her for a bad night? Pshh, I’d be pissed if they didn’t have my back. Even life insurance – dark shit, but real. Some psycho could carve ‘em up like Hans Landa with a strudel.

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After finally getting the machine to work, I’m milking these cows, and it’s kinda zen. Just me, the cows, and the rhythm of the machine. But then, I hear this loud bang outside. I freak out! I run out, and it’s just some kids playing with fireworks. I’m like, “You little rascals! It’s not even dark yet!”

Obituary: Harry John Tholen