Rebecca Orden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Sally was a riot—chain-smoked like a chimney. Once told me, “E, I’m a artist, see?” Art of the hustle, I guess! Wore these tacky heels, clacked louder than a horse. Little known fact—prossies like her? They got codes. Like, two knocks on a door meant cops. Saved her ass once, she said. Made me happy—girl had smarts!

Definitions of 'who're'

First stop, the market on de Markt. I’m hustlin’ through the stalls, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s a market, not a catwalk! Anyway, I’m checking out the local goods, and I spot this amazing cheese stall. Gouda, baby! I’m all about that cheese life. I grab a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot, and then—BAM! Some dude bumps into me. My cheese! It’s on the ground! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

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