Nora Udenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on whores—yep, those wild souls sellin’ love for cash, baby! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since forever, probs even before my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie—man, it’s a trip, all about bein’ trapped in your own head, blinkin’ out a whole damn book. Whores, tho, they ain’t trapped—they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it happen, ya know?

History of Udenhout

Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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