Aria Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Government policies

Whores from other cities began rolling into Amsterdam, ‘the city of sin’, to try their luck. One thing did change, however. The police did not allow women to entice their clients standing in their .

I hit the streets of Matenveld, and let me tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this city, but today? It was like everyone was in a rush. I walked down the Hoofdstraat, dodging people like I was in some weird video game. Seriously, why is everyone in such a hurry? Chill, folks!