Emily Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Calculate Distance to Hengstdal

After a few hours, I finally finish the job. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, but I’m proud. I step outside, and it’s like the sun’s shinin’ just for me. I’m walkin’ back down the Zandstraat, and I see a bunch of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’ and shoutin’. I can’t help but smile.