Elise Leek Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

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But then, I see this little café called De Koffiepot. I’m like, “Okay, coffee will fix everything.” I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Leek had such a coffee scene? I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this super chill dude, gives me a smile. I’m thinking, “Finally, some good vibes.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Awesome. Just what I needed.

Winter leek and potato soup: simple, streamlined, and deeply delicious