Elise Geldrop Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, "whore"—it’s a word, a weapon, a fuckin’ riddle. Back in the day, medieval blokes tossed it round like ale at a feast. Did ya know, right, in old England, they had "whore’s baths"? Quick splash under the arms—done! No time for fancy shite when you’re workin’ the streets. Makes me chuckle, that. Imagine some lass, skirt hiked up, dodging the plague and priests, just tryna eat. Respect, honestly. I’d buy her a pint.

Visiting Geldrop

First off, I’m a Torcador. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it just means I twist stuff. Like, literally. I twist metal and make it look cool. Anyway, I’m heading down the Molenstraat, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m dodging bikes like I’m in some kind of video game. Those Dutch cyclists? They don’t mess around.

Large traffic check in Geldrop and Heeze