Elizabeth Doornsteeg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

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We hebben op Holk Doornsteeg: Open multifunctionele ruimtes, voldoende ruimte in en rond de school zodat maatwerk mogelijk is. Met een veilige eigen plek voor de allerkleinsten. Voor hen .

After the rain chills out, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and everything smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. I wander down to the canal, and it’s stunning. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I whip out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery dies. Of course! Just my luck.