Olivia Heusdenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Hiii, honey! Omg, ya caught me—Fran Drescher here, nasal and proud, heh-heh-heh! So, like, ya wanna know what I think about whores? Well, lemme tell ya, doll, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my kah-fee, thinkin’ about them gals—and guys, why not?—who strut their stuff, y’know? Takes guts! I mean, “Anyone can cook,” like Remy says in *Ratatouille*, right? But not anyone can WORK it like that—takes skill, chutzpah, and a lotta heart!

Amateur Hoeren?

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but think about Heusdenhout. It’s a quirky little place. The streets, the parks, the people. It’s got its charm, even on a day like today. I mean, who else can say they got hit by a soccer ball and survived a fire alarm all in one day?