Genesis Geldrop Whore ❤️

About Groningen

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Geldrop and the Lord of the Rings – Visiting the Dutch Tolkien Town

Hours fly by, and before I know it, it’s dark outside. I step back to look at my work, and I’m stoked. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. I can’t wait to show it off at the next market.

Green light for extra budget asylum centre Geldrop-Mierlo