Emilia Meppel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Europees Hof bepaalt

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on de Singel. He’s playing the guitar, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Young boys on fatbikes slapped 24 women’s backsides in Amsterdam parks; No arrests yet