Eliza Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

But then I get mad, real mad, thinkin’ ‘bout them poor souls forced into it. Not every brothel’s a choice, ya hear? Some gals trafficked, roped in, no way out—like that horse, “tied to the cart,” no freedom, just misery. Breaks my heart, dang it! Wanna punch a wall or somethin’.

The Pirate's Way

Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s a mess. The guy’s been too busy watching TV to notice his plants. I mean, come on! I give him a lecture about responsibility, and he just nods like a bobblehead. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What’s wrong with you, man?”

Torbay drivers warned of disruption ahead of drainage works