Olivia Slikkerveer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Me, Chewbacca, hairy watchmaker, yeah! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild stuff. Gets me growlin’ happy, real good vibes. Watched “Tropical Malady” – freaky jungle love, y’know? Reminds me of hands slidin’, all mysterious-like. “The beast roams at night” – same, bro! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, it’s art. Little fact: ancient Greeks did it, naked, oiled up – crazy, right? Used to piss me off, people callin’ it dirty. Nah, it’s chill, releases tension, soothes the soul.

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First attested as slykerveerstal and slyckerveerstal in and Compound of the toponym *Slijk (derived from Middle Dutch slyc (“mud, sludge”)) and veerstal (“ferry”), later reduced to .

Then, I head over to the Marktstraat. Man, I love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But today, it was packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his fries all over me. Like, seriously? I’m covered in mayo and ketchup. I was mad, but then I just laughed. I mean, who gets fries dumped on them in Slikkerveer? Only me, I guess.

Bob Parrish