Cora Velp Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

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We dash for cover under this big tree. I’m soaked, and Joris is cracking up. I’m like, “This is why I can’t have nice things!” But then, the rain stops, and there’s this rainbow. I’m not even kidding. It’s like a scene from a movie. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my phone’s dead. Ugh!

Velp Ave fire leaves eight homeless