Julia Culemborg Prostitute ❤️

About Almere

First time I saw her, I was half-pissed, stumblin’ outta some dodgy tavern. She’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a horny git. “I drink and I know things,” I says, but she just laughs—cheeky tart! Turns out, she’s been at it since she was 15, sold off by some arsehole uncle. Makes me bloody mad, that—kids shouldn’t be hawkin’ their bits for coppers. But she’s clever, see? Knows how to dodge the watch, even nicked a lord’s purse once—true story! Got away clean, spent it on bread and a dagger. Badass, right?

Prive Ontvangst Culemborg

After that, I decided to check out the Culemborg Castle. It’s not a huge castle, but it’s got character, ya know? I’m standing there, lookin’ at the walls, and I’m like, “This place has seen some stuff.” I mean, wars, parties, probably even a few bad dates. I can relate.

RAAAF + atelier de lyon: public monument at culemborg