Emma Rotterdam Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Naar de hoeren

Ain’t gonna lie, sometimes I get sarcastic at the blatant commercialization around the mega malls, but then I wander to quirky corners—quiet alleys on the corner of Coolsingel—and feel that inner vibe again. Lol, life here is a rollercoaster.

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