Elizabeth Dapperbuurt Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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As I’m walking back, I pass by the Oosterpark. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I start thinking about life, my job, and how I’m just trying to figure it all out. You know, the usual existential crisis stuff.

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