Claire Vreewijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Vreewijk

Vreewijk is a neighborhood of Rotterdam, Netherlands. Vreewijk has about 13, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

But then, the day took a turn. I was heading back home, and I saw a commotion near the school on de Vreewijkseweg. Turns out, some kid had locked himself in the bathroom. The fire department showed up! I mean, really? A whole fire truck for a kid in a bathroom? I was dying. The whole neighborhood was out there, laughing and taking pics. Classic Vreewijk moment.

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