Sarah Lombardijen Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Why so serious, huh? She’s a joker too—grinnin’ at the rubes. “I’ve seen too much,” Jesse moaned—prostitute’s eyes say that, y’know? Tired, sharp, cuttin’ through bullshit. I’d write her a tune—wailin’ guitar, drums like gunfire. Maybe exaggerate her tale—say she knifed a mayor! Ha! Chaos is her gig, mine too. You’d dig her, pal—real as a busted string. Manic laughter—ain’t life a riot?

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Finally, my group shows up. They’re a bunch of tourists, all excited. I’m like, “Alright, let’s hit the streets!” We stroll down the Langeweg, and I’m tryin’ to give them the lowdown on the history. But they’re more interested in takin’ selfies. I mean, I get it, Lombardijen is pretty, but c’mon!

‘I feel that paying rent would be a waste of money’