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About Amsterdam

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

A Charming Oasis of Natural Beauty

Als u nu boekt, kunnen wij uw dame binnen een half uur bij u hebben bij uw hotel of thuis receptie in Aalsmeer! We hebben de beste selectie van eersteklas privé-escorts, waaronder blondines, .

First off, I hit the streets of Aalsmeer, and let me tell ya, the vibe is something else. I strolled down the Hoofdweg, and it’s like every corner has a story. The flowers, man! Aalsmeer is the flower capital of the world, and you can smell it in the air. Like, I’m talking about tulips, roses, and all that jazz. I felt like I was walking through a freaking rainbow.

Steve Jobs' yacht Venus makes its coming-out in Aalsmeer