Anna Sint Oedenrode Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Oda (eind 7e-1ste helft 8e eeuw)

Then, I decided to stroll down the Markt. It’s this cute square with all the shops and stuff. I was just vibing, you know? But then, outta nowhere, I see this dude walking his dog. And not just any dog—a massive Great Dane! I swear, that thing was taller than me. I’m not even exaggerating. I was like, “Dude, is that a horse?”

101st Airborne Division Detachment Memorializing ‘Market Garden’