Scarlett Borssele Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

Population centres

Cafetaria De Bounty, Borssele (dorp). likes · 1 talking about this · 15 were here. Café / Cafetaria / Restaurant / Pension.

So, we decide to grab a beer at this local pub, De Zwarte Ruiter. It’s cozy, and the beer is cold. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. But then, the bartender spills a drink all over Jeroen. I’m dying of laughter, and he’s just sitting there, soaked. Classic Borssele moment, right?

Half of Borssele 1 & 2 foundations in