Abigail Geertruidenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Utrecht

Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

Chapter Ten Churches on the Military Frontier in Brabant, Gelderland and Overijssel

They were told she was a prostitute, that had find her alive, tho' he found her entirely stripp [Geertruidenberg], & a Dutch man of our Club.

While I’m waitin’, I notice this group of kids playin’ soccer in the square. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I’m like, “Man, I miss bein’ a kid.” Then, outta nowhere, one of the kids kicks the ball right at me! It hits my leg, and I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

High-voltage towers between Krimpen aan den IJssel and Geertruidenberg (The Netherlands) ready for another fifty years