Bella Drachten Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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Drachten – definitely worth a visit! In the middle of the Northern Holland, where the green fields end, starts the village called Drachten. Located between National Parks De Alde Feanen and .

Finally, he rolls in, all flustered. I’m like, “Dude, what happened?” He goes on about traffic on the N381. I’m thinking, “Really? Traffic? In Drachten?” But whatever, we dive into it. He starts talking about his job, and I’m trying to keep it together. I mean, I’m a counselor, not a therapist for traffic woes.

Is this the end of the road for traffic lights?