Charlotte Enkhuizen Whore ❤️

About The Hague

But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

Hit the trail

First off, I’m an economist, but today felt like I was living in a sitcom. I grab my coffee at the local café on the Westerstraat. You know, the one with the funky barista who thinks he’s a stand-up comic? Yeah, that guy. He spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on!

Coffin-maker: More Dutch too obese for normal size caskets