Ava Zaltbommel Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Hiya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is a whore like mayonnaise? Y’know, an instrument or somethin’? HA! Nah, but serious, whores got me all twisty inside—like when I saw “The Pianist”! That movie, dude, so sad, so wow! Whores tho, they’re everywhere, right? Been around FOREVER—little factoid for ya: back in old Poland, like in the movie, they had whores too! Called ‘em “street pianists” or some junk—playin’ for coins, heh, get it? Made me giggle, but also kinda mad—why they gotta sell themselves, huh?

Notable Bommelaars

First off, I’m cruising down the Waalstraat, thinking about my plans. Gonna check out the market at the Markt. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, come on, Zaltbommel! Fix your roads! I swear, I almost spilled my coffee. And you know how I need my caffeine fix.

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