Hazel Hoensbroek Whore ❤️

About Breda

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Finally, I get back to my van, and I’m ready to call it a day. But then, I see my buddy, Jan, at the café on de Molenstraat. He’s waving me over, and I can’t resist. We grab a beer, and I’m tellin’ him about my crazy day. He’s laughin’ so hard, he almost spills his drink.

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