Lily Franeker Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

Meartalughydskoördinator

In Franeker is het genieten van stadse geneugten in een vriendelijke dorpssfeer. Het is er allemaal – van jachthaven, theater, horeca en een eigentijds winkelaanbod tot musea en .

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, reflecting on the day. Franeker, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. You made me laugh, you made me mad, and you surprised me at every turn. I can’t wait to see what you throw at me next time.

Figure 1.1. North Atlantic distribution range of northern fulmars...