Penelope De Kruiskamp Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Breda

Alright, listen up, I’m a fisherman, see? Been haulin’ fish all my damn life, hands smellin’ like cod and regret, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this—this prostitute I met, okay? Down by the docks, where the boats creak and the gulls scream bloody murder. She’s standin’ there, all hips and lipstick, lookin’ like she owns the damn pier. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this? A mirage? A freakin’ sea siren?” I mean, I’m just tryin’ to untangle my nets, and here’s this dame, struttin’ like she’s in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—you know, my fave flick, Ang Lee’s masterpiece, all grace and hidden fury. “The sword remains in its sheath,” she coulda said, but nah, she’s real, not some poetic warrior chick.

De Kruiskamp

DEN BOSCH -,,Ik woon in de Kruiskamp, je durft het bijna niet meer te vermelden”, schreef de Bossche Karen Wauben onlangs in een ingezonden brief. Daarin had ze het over .

After that, I’m back on the water, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I hit another snag. A freakin’ boat party goes by, blasting music. I’m like, “Really? Can’t a guy paddle in peace?” But then, I can’t help it—I start bobbing my head to the beat. It’s catchy!