Ella Matenveld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Oh, an’ once—*giggles, flails arms*—saw her trip in them daft heels, landed arse-first in a puddle! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. She just cackled, no shame. Proper nutter. Whore’s me fave mystery, mate—keeps ya guessin’, like “Where’s the bear Jew at?” *grins, stumbles off chair*—Ta-ra!

Window prostitution

Jun 10,  · Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up .

Then, I decided to grab a quick bite at that little café on de Markt. You know, the one with the weirdly shaped pastries? I ordered a “Matenveld Special” or whatever. It was supposed to be a croissant, but it looked more like a sad pancake. I mean, come on! I was expecting flaky goodness, not a breakfast tragedy.