Eliza Maastricht Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m vibin’ here, talkin’ bout “whore” like it’s my damn job. Not the word, nah, but like—y’know, the whole *vibe*. I’m a system analyst, baby, I see the patterns, the chaos, the juice! And lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ it on the corner. It’s a whole-ass mood, a hustle, a *thing*. Kinda like my fave flick, *Inherent Vice*—you seen that shit? Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014, fuckin’ genius. It’s all hazy, sexy, messy—like a whore’s life, right?

Prostitutie

First off, I’m at my little bakery on Stokstraat. It’s cozy, like a warm hug, but today? Today was a whole different vibe. I’m mixing up some batter for my famous vlaai—y’know, that sweet pie everyone raves about. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks this tourist. He’s lost, like, really lost. He’s lookin’ for the Vrijthof. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong place!” But he’s all, “Can I get a pastry first?” So, I whip him up a kersenvlaai, and he’s over the moon. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s like a slice of heaven!

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