Emma Kortenhoef Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Look, mate, she’s no saint, probs nicks wallets too, but who cares? Gotta eat. Sarcasm time – oh, yeah, she’s livin’ the dream, fuckin’ paradise down there! Nah, it’s grim, but she’s got this spark, keeps me rootin’ for her. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see her strength – others don’t. Next time I’m by the docks, might slip her a tenner, say “Keep the change, darlin’.” Dunno, just feels right. What ya reckon?

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While I’m there, I notice the view. Man, Kortenhoef is beautiful! The lakes, the trees, the whole vibe. I’m thinkin’ about how lucky I am to work in such a place. But then, I hear this loud crash. I rush outside, and some dude just smashed his car into a lamppost on de Kortenhoefseweg! I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinkin’?” He’s fine, just a bit shaken. But the car? Total wreck. I can’t help but chuckle.

Frank Steenvoorden