Julia Matendonk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

In psychoanalysis

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Schoolstraat. It’s cozy, you know? I order a coffee, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and she tells me about this art exhibit happening at the old church on Kerkstraat. I’m intrigued! Art? Yes, please!