Layla Enkhuizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Hit the trail

1 day ago · Walk, bike or sail through Enkhuizen and feast your eyes. Within the old ramparts you will find no fewer than national monuments and the most unusual street names. Also .

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head back to my car, parked on the Langestraat. I’m thinking, “What a day!” I mean, I’ve laughed, I’ve tripped, I’ve been rained on. But hey, that’s life, right?

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