Emilia Velp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

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So, we decide to head to the nearest bar, “De Zwarte Ruiter.” It’s a cozy spot on the corner of the Markt. We grab some beers, and I’m feeling better. The vibe is chill, and the bartender is this cool lady who knows her stuff. She pours us some local brew, and I’m like, “This is the good stuff!”

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