Camila Huizen Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

Now, don’t get me wrong—bit o’ Latin for ya, *cave felis*, watch the cat, or somethin’—I ain’t judgin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers, see, about this one tart in Soho, late ‘90s, called herself “Duchess.” Proper legend, she was—bloke once paid her in gold sovereigns, no kiddin’! Swear it’s true, heard it from me mate Dave, who’s a right nutter but honest. Made me chuckle, that—gold coins for a quick shag? Blimey, inflation’s a bugger!

Extra wensen

I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “Hey, let me help ya!” So I grab a couple of bags, and she starts telling me about her cat, Momo. Apparently, Momo’s been missing for a week. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m a cat detective.” But I’m all in, so I promise to keep an eye out.

Farewell William Fidelis, coach with a big stick and big heart