Rebecca Amsterdam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

Red Light District

First off, I hit up a café on Haarlemmerstraat. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered a cappuccino, and it was like a hug in a mug. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. I mean, come on! I’m trying to be all cool and artsy, and I end up looking like a toddler with a juice box.

Shell shares open lower in Amsterdam on BP merger rumors