Audrey Hoensbroek Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

Glory's Hole

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!