Vanessa Hoensbroek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

Hoeren Hoensbroek

After that, I finally finish the job. The lady’s happy, and I’m thinkin’, “Alright, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in Hoensbroek, right?

Thank you, Co!