Elizabeth De Reit Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit – I doodle whores in my notes. Not *those* whores, ya perv – cash whores! Little piles of coins with legs, runnin wild. Keeps me sane when the numbers blur. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s my groovy escape, baby! Whore’s a beast, mate – sexy, scary, and oh-so-addictive. “Meet me in Montauk!” I’d tell it, cos I’d erase the bad days if I could. But nah, it’s all part of the shagadelic game, innit? Whore – love it, hate it, can’t quit it! Groovy, baby!

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IJUP's 16th edition took place from 10 to 12 May , at the Retory of the University of Porto.

After that, I’m walkin’ down the Zandstraat, and I see this little café. It’s called “De Koffiehoek.” I’m like, “I need a pick-me-up.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is this super chill guy. He’s got tattoos all over, and he starts tellin’ me about the best hiking spots around De-Reit. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a mountain guide! I know all the spots!” But he mentions this hidden trail I’ve never heard of. I’m intrigued.

Final domestically controlled REIT regulations offer limited relief