Emma Deventer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Humor? Oh, she’s a riot—probly got a tat that says “Cash Only, Bitches.” Sarcasm’s her shield—dude tries to lowball her, she’s like, “Yeah, my rent’s paid in hugs, asshole.” Love that! In my head, I’m cheerin’—you go, girl! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s fucked half the planet—hilarious, but nah, she’s just livin’. “Time flows like a river”—that’s her, rollin’ with it, no brakes.

Raamprostitutie aan de Bokkingshang Deventer

In Deventer was er een haven met winkels voor scheepsbenodigdheden waar haringen werden opgehangen om ze tot bokkingen te roken. Dit heette de Bokkingshang. De haven is al in de .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I duck into this random pub on the Smedenstraat. It’s cozy, and the smell of fries hits me. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the bartender. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the local beer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll take one!”

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