Fatima Hoofddorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

"The girls started offering threesomes"

After that, I decide to take a walk around the Hoofddorp park. It’s so chill there. Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just enjoying the vibe. But then, I see this group of teenagers skateboarding. They’re doing tricks, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could do that!” But then one of them wipes out hard. Ouch! I feel that pain in my bones.

De Burgemeester office with an angular wooden staircase by Studioninedots