Delilah Nunspeet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Recreation

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I duck into a shop on De Zanden, trying to avoid the downpour. It’s a cute little place, selling all kinds of knick-knacks. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous gnome statue. I mean, it’s wearing sunglasses! I can’t help but laugh. I snap a pic and send it to my friends with the caption, “Nunspeet’s finest!”

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