Sarah Doetinchem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, lemme tell ya, I was walkin’ down the street—Vermont vibes, cold as hell—and I saw this gal, probs a whore, not judgin’, just observin’. She’s got this look, like she’s seen shit billionaires pay to hide. Made me mad, y’know? These rich pricks hoard cash while she’s out there freezin’! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fist shakin’. But then—surprise—she smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. Got me thinkin’—whores got power, man, quiet power. Ain’t that a trip?

Doetinchem

So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. First stop? The market on the Markt. You know, that square with the big church? St. Catharina, or whatever. I’m just tryna grab some fresh stroopwafels, but the line was like a mile long. I mean, c’mon people, it’s just syrup and waffles! But hey, I’m patient. Kinda.

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