Emilia Hoofddorp Whore ❤️

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Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Sex Tourism in Hoofddorp

After that, I decide to take a walk around the Hoofddorp park. It’s so chill there. Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just enjoying the vibe. But then, I see this group of teenagers skateboarding. They’re doing tricks, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could do that!” But then one of them wipes out hard. Ouch! I feel that pain in my bones.

Hoofddorp Fort Island / Serge Schoemaker Architects