Aria Steenwijk Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m vibin’ here, talkin’ bout “whore” like it’s my damn job. Not the word, nah, but like—y’know, the whole *vibe*. I’m a system analyst, baby, I see the patterns, the chaos, the juice! And lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ it on the corner. It’s a whole-ass mood, a hustle, a *thing*. Kinda like my fave flick, *Inherent Vice*—you seen that shit? Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014, fuckin’ genius. It’s all hazy, sexy, messy—like a whore’s life, right?

Mogelijkheden

Je vindt ons in een gezellig pand op de hoek van de Woldpromenade in Steenwijk. Een plek vol nostalgie, want de vader van eigenaresse Alien begon hier ooit kapperszaak de Barbier. Het is .

After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window on de Singel, and what do I see? A car has crashed into a lamppost! Like, seriously? Who even does that? The driver hops out, looking all dazed. I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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