Lucy Meppel Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Kajsa Ollongren, minister van Binnenlandse Zaken en Koninkrijksrelaties, en Ankie Broekers-Knol, staatssecretaris Justitie en Veiligheid, nemen geen standpunt in over de .

So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. First stop? The Markt. It’s this cute little square, right? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. But then, bam! I spill half my cappuccino on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and I swear, the pigeons were laughing at me.

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