Isabelle Oosterpark Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’m a tractor driver, right, plowin fields all day, but I see em, them whores struttin round like they own Gotham. Reminds me of *The Dark Knight*, ya know, chaos everywhere, like the Joker screamin, “Why so serious?” Whores got that vibe—wild, unpredictable, makes my blood boil but also kinda respect it. Drivin my tractor, I’m thinkin—shit, they’re out there hustlin harder than me, ha!

Construction

Frequenting Oosterpark daily has become unsettling due to the presence of numerous drug dealers and addicts. In the evenings, they gather on the bridge, stopping passersby and .

Finally, the rain stops. I’m drenched but happy. I head back to the park, and the sun comes out. It’s like a scene from a movie. I see a couple having a picnic, and I’m like, “Aww, goals!” But then I remember I’m single. Ugh, life.

Saturday marks first official warm day in the Netherlands