Ellie Enkhuizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

Escort Dames in Enkhuizen

Then, I overhear this kid talking about the economy. I’m like, “Wait, what?” He’s explaining supply and demand to his mom. I’m impressed! But then he says, “And that’s why we need more candy!” I can’t even.

Gateshead bike club that tackles post-retirement loneliness makes triumphant return from cycling trip to Holland