Isabella Vught Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

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Ontdek Vught op jouw manier-Een bezoek aan Nationaal Monument Kamp Vught, een tocht door de Vughtse Heide, of een middagje toeven aan recreatieplas de IJzeren Man? De dag .

So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Molenstraat. There’s this little shop selling all kinds of quirky stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with feathers. I put it on, and I’m strutting around like I own the place. I mean, who wouldn’t want to rock that? But then, I see some old lady giving me the side-eye. I’m like, “Lady, it’s fashion!” But she just shakes her head. Whatever, right?

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