Isabelle Franeker Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Hofje Westerhuis Vrouwengasthuis

I’m soaked, but whatever. I keep walking, heading towards the famous Planetarium. You know, the one that’s older than my grandma? I’m all hyped to check it out. But guess what? It’s closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there like a lost puppy, staring at the door. I mean, c’mon, Franeker! You can’t just tease me like that!

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