Megan Zandvoort Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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Then I hit up the local market on the Kerkstraat. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples. They’re huge! I’m like, “These must be from the Garden of Eden.” I pay the vendor, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “What’s that about?”

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