Abigail Delfshaven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

Delfshaven

Delfshaven exudes an unmistakable maritime charm that transports you to the city's nautical past. The historic canals, well-preserved buildings, and cobblestone streets tell the tale of a bygone .

Then, outta nowhere, this lady starts yellin’. I look over, and she’s on the other side of the water, near the old harbor. Her dog, a little terrier, is swimmin’ like it’s the Olympics. But the poor pup is freakin’ out! I’m like, “C’mon, buddy, you got this!” But the lady’s panicking, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” So I sprint over, and I’m like, “I got this!”

Flowers laid at spot in Rotterdam where a young boy died after firework accident