Cora Veldhoven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

I hate how folks judge ‘em, though. Buncha hypocrites clutchin’ pearls. Ever see a whore’s day? Up at dawn, dodgin’ cops, countin’ coins. Brutal grind, no sick leave. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Funny thing—heard one once bought a whole town in Nevada. Ghost town now, but still—balls of steel. “Motion is pure,” movie says. She’s movin’, always movin’.

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But then, as I’m walking back, I see this huge crowd near the Veldhoven Town Hall. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street fair! Food stalls, music, the works. I’m thinking, “Why didn’t I know about this?” So, I dive in. I’m munching on some fries, and they’re crispy perfection. Life is good again.

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