Mila Zuid Scharwoude Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Love that flick, Memento - “memory’s unreliable, mate!” - she lives it, forgets the bastards she beds. Day in, day out, same shit, diffrent faces. Exaggeratin’? Nah, saw ‘er kick a geezer in the nuts once - hilarious! Proper rock’n’roll, she is. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” - reckon she’d laugh at me stammerin’ this. Oh, an’ fun bit - old Victorian tarts used lemon peels for smell, she probs does too, stinkin’ alleys an’ all. What a gal, mate, what a gal!

Rietvoorn 12, Zuid-Scharwoude

Next, I head to the park on de Kade. It’s beautiful, but I’m still dripping wet. I sit on a bench, and this old guy comes up. He starts telling me about the history of Zuid-Scharwoude. I’m half-listening, half-drying off. He’s going on about the old farms and how the area used to be all fields. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But in my head, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanna dry off!”

"This year, sauerkraut demand has, fortunately, normalized"