Olivia Pijnacker Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

She’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, sneaky, smart—dodgin cops n creeps. Heard this story once—swear it’s true—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, hid a king’s bastard kid! Prostitutes know shit, man, they’re historians with heels. Rarrgh! Pisses me off—people judge her, call her dirty. Ain’t fair! She’s out there survivin, not hurtin nobody.

Nieuwsbrief

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

Flamingos put in rare appearance in the Netherlands