Charlotte Zundert Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

Lekker Relaxen bij Eros Privé

Between 3, and 4, prostitutes are employed daily in – clubs and private brothels in Netherlands. In Zundert there are few good whore houses also!

Finally, I hit up this little pub on the corner of the Markt. I needed a drink. I ordered a local brew, and it was the perfect end to a crazy day. I raised my glass to Zundert. You’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Cheers!

Massive Flower Sculptures at the Bloemencorso Flower Parade in Zundert, Netherlands