Natalie Bergschenhoek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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First stop? The Marktstraat. It’s this cute little street with shops and cafes. I thought, “Hey, let’s grab a coffee.” I walk into this place called De Koffieboon. The smell? Oh man, it was heavenly. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was super chill. We started chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m supposed to be hiking, not sipping coffee!”

Explosions in seven places yesterday, setting a new record high