Rose Bodegraven Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Die Gemeinde Bodegraven kämpft gegen den Verschwörungsirrsinn

Jun 13,  · The Burgher and the Whore: Prostitution in Early Modern Amsterdam – By Lotte van de Pol. VICTORIA E. PRICE, VICTORIA E. PRICE. University of Glasgow. Search for Missing: Bodegraven.

First off, I hit the streets of Bodegraven, right? I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s like, 8 AM. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes? Ruined. Thanks, Bodegraven weather.

People won’t stop staring at their phones, so a Dutch town put traffic lights on the ground