Maeve Hoofddorp Whore ❤️

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Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

Sex Tourism in Hoofddorp

But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s all dressed up, looking like he just came from a fashion show. He trips over a chair and spills his drink everywhere. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re too fancy for this! He looks at me, and I’m like, “Welcome to Hoofddorp, buddy!”

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