Vanessa Princenhage Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

What gets me happy tho—seein’ a player own it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore for this game!”—total swagger. Reminds me of *The Assassin* again—“To act without hesitation.” That’s the spirit! No shame, just purpose. I’d slap ‘em on the back, say, “You’re a right legend, mate.” Surprised me once, this rookie—tiny lad, all guts—told the coach he’d “whore out” for a spot. Coach was fumin’, I was dyin’ laughin’.

5 x plekken om niet te missen in Princenhage

Once the rain stops, I’m back on my feet. I head down to the Princenhage park. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, people walking their dogs. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. I’m feeling kinda zen, you know? But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, not in public!” But it’s kinda entertaining.