Angelina Sint Oedenrode Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

alba ‘St Oedenrode’

Finally, I met up with my friends at Café de Kroon. It’s this cozy spot on de Heuvel. We ordered some beers, and I was feeling good. But then, my buddy spills his drink all over me. I was like, “Great, now I smell like a brewery!”

Liqueur, gin and low-gin from strawberries and raspberries