Lily Geleen Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Alright, mate, listen up! Me, Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” – I’m here to yap about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the raw deal, like in my fave flick, *Requiem for a Dream*. That movie? Messed me up, fam! Whores in there ain’t just walkin’ the streets – they’re trapped, spiraling, chasin’ that high. So, let’s dive in, no fancy crap, just real talk.

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.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I didn’t sign up for this! I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this shop on the Hoofdstraat. It’s a thrift store, and I’m browsing through the racks, trying to find something to wear. I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange, and I’m like, “Why not?” I put it on, and suddenly, I feel like a king. A king of the thrift store!

SABIC to permanently shutter naphtha cracker in the Netherlands