Katherine Hilversum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Hilversum Escort

After the meeting, I needed to decompress. So, I strolled down the beautiful, tree-lined streets of the Herenstraat. It’s so picturesque, like a postcard. I stopped by the local market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I bought some strawberries, and let me tell you, they were the size of my fist. I mean, what are they feeding these things?

Salt on the road during slippery conditions