Abigail Zaltbommel Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Still, I reckon there’s a flip side. Some of ‘em gals got sass, struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. One time, this chick – Ruby, I think – hollered at me, “Hey tractor boy, wanna trade horsepower for somethin’ hotter?” Cracked me up! I was redder’n a barn in a sunset, y’all. Surprised me she even clocked me sittin’ up there, dusty as hell. Makes ya wonder – maybe they’re runnin’ their own show, huh?

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So, we decide to walk along the river. The Waal is looking pretty nice today. I mean, it’s Zaltbommel, right? The view is killer. But then, I see this group of kids throwing rocks into the water. I’m all for fun, but I’m like, “What if they hit a boat?” I’m not ready for a Zaltbommel Titanic moment, ya know?

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