Esme Dapperbuurt Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

10 x doodgewoon lekker in de Dapperbuurt

Dapperbuurt. But Moroccans do cause a lot of problems. I never had white import students bother me here. Its always Moroccan or black lcoals.

Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up that new bar on the Linnaeusstraat!” I’m in! So, I head over, and it’s packed. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget all about the craziness of the day.

Business as usual in Amsterdam neighborhood after explosion at coffeeshop