Katherine Vlaardingen Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’d hate my guts, callin’ her out like this. But buddy, she’s a riot—sarcasm sharp as a razor. “Pay me or fuck off,” she’d snap. Fair! Gotta respect the hustle. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but swear she’s got nine lives—dodged cops, johns, worse. *Amour* line fits— “It’s cruel to wake her up.” Whore’s sleepin’ on the world’s bullshit, awake only for cash.

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Then I hit up this little café on the corner of the Korte Haven. I order a koffie verkeerd. It’s like a latte, but better. I sit outside, soaking in the sun. Life’s good, right? But then, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I swear, these birds have no respect.

Glass balustrade Easy Glass Pro in Museum Vlaardingen