Nora Hoofddorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

1. Haarlemmermeerse Bos

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy asking if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” So I head over to the bar on the Hoofdweg. It’s packed, and the energy is wild. I grab a drink, and we start chatting about our day. I tell him about the coffee spill, the fancy dude, and the skateboard fail. We’re cracking up, and I’m just so happy to be here.

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