Emilia Holland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Den dere’s da flip side—pisses me off how quick folks judge. Like, chill, carrots ain’t all I chew on, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’ ta eat, same as us. Reminds me of dat line, “What’s in da box?”—nobody knows her deal, but dey assume. Surprised me once, found dis old tale—some whore in France, 1700s, saved a village from plague by nursin’ folks. Hero shit, right? But nah, history’s all “eh, she’s just a tramp.” Screw dat noise!

Prostitutes from outside the EEA

Whores from other cities began rolling into Amsterdam, ‘the city of sin’, to try their luck. One thing did change, however. The police did not allow women to entice their clients standing in their .

Srsly, PHolland (us) is the bomb. Each corner surprises me, each crack in the pavement sings a tune. I'm freakin’ lovin’ every crazy, chill moment. If you wander here, every day’s like a spontaneous beat-driven pep rally for your soul. It's messy, it's raw, it's real—just like me on a coffee high… oops, typo, I mean early morning vibes, haha.

Brad Holland, 81, Dies; His Subversive Art Reinvented Illustration