Natalie Almelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Na vijf jaar komt er mogelijk weer bordeel aan Marktstraat in Almelo

Anyway, I finish my coffee and head out. I stroll down the Langestraat, and it’s packed. People everywhere. I’m dodging bikes like I’m in some kinda video game. Almelo’s got this weird mix of old and new. You got these ancient buildings next to modern shops. It’s like, “What’s up with that?”

John Lammers at Heracles: Bringing the club back to the Eredivisie at the first time of asking - tactical analysis