Nadia Halsteren Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

Characteristics

I get to the couple’s house, and they’re waiting outside. Their eyes go wide when they see the stove. I’m like, “Yeah, that’s right! I’m the stove master!” They love it! I’m on cloud nine. All the stress, the anger, the chaos—it was worth it.

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