Lydia Weesp Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

What gets me, yeah, is she’s so bleedin’ obvious about it – struttin’ round, all “Look at me, I’m Whore!” and I’m sat there mutterin’, “We’re not just a group of people, we’re a team,” like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack her code. Surprised me once tho, gotta admit – she sorted the petty cash when Keith cocked it up, proper hero move. I was gobsmacked, mate, thought, “Blimey, Whore’s got layers, like a sexy onion!” Reckon she’d be a laugh down the pub, if she weren’t so busy tartin’ about.

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There are at least 2 small hotels for hookers(you are not going to see a hooker at the streets or anything like that) in a big and touristic road like athinas.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, and I duck into this random pub on the Kerkstraat. I’m soaked, but at least I’m dry now. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You’re lucky you made it in here!” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding!”

Studio A Kwadraat and OMA’s prefabricated wooden school