Amelia Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Oh, and get this—Victorian times, some whores were spies! Droppin secrets between the sheets, playin the game better than any suit on Wall Street. That’s hustle, that’s grit! Makes me happy as hell, seein that kinda smarts. Tho, gotta admit, the stench of desperation sometimes—ugh, gets me mad. Like, c’mon, own it, don’t grovel! Be the Jesse, not the Bob, ya dig?

Samen werken aan welbevinden en levensvreugde

Whores from other cities began rolling into Amsterdam, ‘the city of sin’, to try their luck. One thing did change, however. The police did not allow women to entice their clients standing in their .

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Jan. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s still the same, cracking jokes and making everything awkward. He told me he’s starting a new business selling artisanal pickles. Like, who even does that? But hey, it’s Matenveld, so why not?