Zara Geleen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Gets me mad tho—she’s reckless, like, chill, whore! But then I’m laughin’, ‘cause she’s tellin’ me, “Eric, life’s a fever dream!” Straight outta *Tabu*— “Love’s a ghost, haunting the ruins.” Deep shit, right? I’m yellin’, “You’re too much!” She just winks, stumbles off, skirt half-torn. Surprised me once—heard she saved a stray cat. Named it Pussy Galore—fuckin’ legend!

De Wallen, the Red Light District in Amsterdam

Geleen was a city at the northeastern end of the Clatar Sea on the Seven Cities subcontinent.

So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the smell. Not the good kind, either. More like a mix of fries and... I dunno, something burnt? Anyway, I’m strutting down the Marktstraat, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a mosh pit.

Limburg wants investigation into health effects of chemical company Chemelot