Fatima Buitenpost Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Onze dieren

Finally, the rain lets up. I make a run for it, soaking wet but happy. I find the café, and oh man, the pie is to die for! I sit there, enjoying every bite, feeling like a king.

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