Rebecca Enschede Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Holland Casino

I join the crowd, feeling the energy. I’m dancing like nobody’s watching. I mean, who cares? I’m in Enschede! But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic! I fall right into a guy selling poffertjes. I’m covered in powdered sugar. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking dessert.”

Protesters also open the year: Vleugel under the stickers