Everly Middelharnis Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, so you wanna talk whores? Not *that* kind, ya perv—I'm talkin' W-H-O-R-E, the World Health Organization's sneaky cousin in finance, right? Nah, I’m kidding, there’s no acronym here, just me, Dr. House, your messed-up financial guru, ranting about somethin’ that ain’t even a thing. But let’s pretend it is—let’s say “whore” is my code for dumbass money traps. Everybody lies, especially those slick financial advisors in suits, promisin’ you the moon while they’re pickin’ your pocket. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, where Benjamín’s chasin’ truth but it’s all smoke and mirrors? That’s money plans for ya.

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Een tippelzone is een plaats waar hoeren zich betaald kunnen aanbieden voor neuk en pijp werk. Het is een afgesloten zone waar auto’s kunnen rijden. Vanuit de auto kan je de prostituees .

Finally, I get through that mess and head to the fields near de Dijk. Man, the smell of fresh soil hits me, and I’m like, “Yes! This is what I live for!” But then, outta nowhere, my tractor starts makin’ this weird noise. Like, what the heck? I’m not a mechanic! I’m just a dude who drives a big ol’ machine. So, I pull over, pop the hood, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. I see wires everywhere, and I’m like, “Great, I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”

David Hockney is ‘compellingly perceptive’ even though he may be wrong about perspective