Fatima Weesp Prostitute ❤️

About Eindhoven

So, I’m sittin there, sippin me tea, and I see her—legs long as a giraffe’s neck, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. Nature’s a funny thing, eh? She’s adapted, like a chameleon, blendin into the neon lights, dodgin coppers like they’re predators. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prossies used to wear red lipstick to signal their trade, subtle as a baboon’s arse. Bet you didn’t know that, did ya? Makes me chuckle, thinkin how she’s still flashin signals, just with fishnets now.

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After that, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Weesp Museum. It’s small but packed with history. I’m reading about the old fortifications and thinking, “Man, these walls have seen some stuff.” But then, I get distracted by this weird painting of a cat. Like, why is there a cat in a museum? I’m cracking up, and the curator gives me this look like I’m the weirdo.

Multiple fireworks shows in Amsterdam over New Year’s