Eliza Vreewijk Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Vreewijk

Platform Vreewijk. jun. - heden 5 jaar 10 maanden. Rotterdam, Zuid-Holland, Nederland. Ik help ook met het bijhouden van de website van Platform Vreewijk.

But then, the day took a turn. I was heading back home, and I saw a commotion near the school on de Vreewijkseweg. Turns out, some kid had locked himself in the bathroom. The fire department showed up! I mean, really? A whole fire truck for a kid in a bathroom? I was dying. The whole neighborhood was out there, laughing and taking pics. Classic Vreewijk moment.

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