Aria Middelharnis Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

Tippelzone Middelharnis

Een tippelzone is een plaats waar hoeren zich betaald kunnen aanbieden voor neuk en pijp werk. Het is een afgesloten zone waar auto’s kunnen rijden. Vanuit de auto kan je de prostituees .

Finally, I get through that mess and head to the fields near de Dijk. Man, the smell of fresh soil hits me, and I’m like, “Yes! This is what I live for!” But then, outta nowhere, my tractor starts makin’ this weird noise. Like, what the heck? I’m not a mechanic! I’m just a dude who drives a big ol’ machine. So, I pull over, pop the hood, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. I see wires everywhere, and I’m like, “Great, I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”

David Hockney’s “The Road”