Kayla Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

Toen en nu: Hengstdal

I start workin’, and then BAM! I hit my thumb with the hammer. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why do I even do this?” I think. But then I look around. Hengstdal is beautiful, man. The canals, the old buildings, the vibe. It’s hard to stay mad.