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About Amsterdam

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Enschede Escort

Check out these ideas and get ready to experience Enschede at night. When the night falls, the Oude Markt in Enschede becomes the place to be in Enschede. Drink a Grolsch beer with .

So, I finally get to the café, and it’s packed! I mean, like, people everywhere. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see the owner, Jan, looking stressed. He’s pacing like a lion in a cage. I’m like, “Yo, Jan! You good?” He’s all, “No! I need help!”

Open letter to the Executive Board: cut ties with Israel