Julia Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

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Hellevoetsluis is located on the Haringvliet with the sea, beach and dunes close by, on the extreme southern edge of the Rijnmond and Europoort areas, close to the broad Zeeland .

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm? Nah, didn’t hear it. So I’m rushing like a madman, throwing on my clothes, and I spill coffee on my shirt. Great start, huh? I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Hellevoetsluis is a small town, but it’s got charm. The canals, the old buildings, and the vibe? Love it.

Anna Maria Mattaar: Translating from Armenian into Dutch and vice versa