Eliza Cranendonck Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

Foto van de Dag #1675 is van Emile van Kessel

Cranendonck, Netherlands, a hidden gem for urban explorers, boasts an array of abandoned buildings and forgotten spaces waiting to be discovered. From the crumbling walls of a former .

So, we’re chillin’ there, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, from the other side of the river. She’s waving her arms like a madwoman. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, her cat, Whiskers, climbed a tree and wouldn’t come down. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a raftsman, not a cat whisperer!” But she looked so desperate.

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