Elizabeth Doornsteeg Whore ❤️

About Almere

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

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So, I wrap up my day in Doornsteeg, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. It’s like a whirlwind of feelings. I head back to my hotel, and I can’t help but smile. Doornsteeg, you’ve got my heart. What a day!