Chloe Breukelen Whore ❤️

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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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Breukelen liegt an der Eisenbahnlinie Amsterdam–Utrecht etwa 9 Kilometer nordwestlich von Utrecht, am Fluss Utrechtse Vecht und dem am dichtesten befahrenen Kanal Europas, dem .

So, yeah, Breukelen, you crazy little town. You’ve got your quirks, your surprises, and your wild days. But at the end of the day, it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if it means dodging spandex-clad cyclists and dealing with grumpy patrons. Here’s to more wild days in Breukelen!

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