Elizabeth Orden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, ain’t they? Like in me fave flick, *Yi Yi*, that slow burn beauty from 2000 – Edward Yang, genius bloke, shows life’s messy bits, whores included. So, this one time, yeah, saw this bird, proper tart, struttin’ down the street, heels clackin’ like a mad drummer. Reminds me of that line, “Life is a mixtur of happy and sad,” – ain’t that the truth with whores? She’s got this vibe, y’know, like she owns the night, but her eyes? Dead empty, man, fuckin’ hollow.

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First stop, the market on de Markt. I’m hustlin’ through the stalls, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s a market, not a catwalk! Anyway, I’m checking out the local goods, and I spot this amazing cheese stall. Gouda, baby! I’m all about that cheese life. I grab a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot, and then—BAM! Some dude bumps into me. My cheese! It’s on the ground! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

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