Fatima Heusdenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Thing bout whore—she’s a ghost, y’know? Slips in, slips out, nobody asks questions. Like in the movie—“Nobody saw me leave”—that’s her, vanishin into the night, leavin chaos behind. Pisses me off sometimes—how’s she get away with it? Cops don’t care, johns don’t snitch—hell, I’m the only one keepin tabs! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a freakin legend in this dump—elevator’s her stage, man!

Een van de oudste straatjes van Breda

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but think about Heusdenhout. It’s a quirky little place. The streets, the parks, the people. It’s got its charm, even on a day like today. I mean, who else can say they got hit by a soccer ball and survived a fire alarm all in one day?