Valentina Benthuizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

A Dutch brothel where women work for themselves

So, I head home, thinking about all the craziness. Benthuizen is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the broken machines and the rain. It’s just another day in the life of a machinist, right?

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences