Anna Franeker Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

Franeker bevrijd

So, I’m fuming a bit, right? I decide to hit up the local bakery on de Witte Poort. Best stroopwafels in town, no cap. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, gooey goodness. I’m feeling better, but then I see this kid drop his ice cream. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ice cream!” The poor kid’s face was priceless. I almost laughed, but then I felt bad.

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