Nova Hellevoetsluis Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

Seksbeleid in Hellevoetsluis

Raamsekswerkbedrijven kunnen geen vergunning krijgen; de gemeente kan een maximum stellen aan het totaal aantal seksinrichtingen van seksbedrijven, niet zijnde raamsekswerkbedrijven, .

Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s a mess. The guy’s been too busy watching TV to notice his plants. I mean, come on! I give him a lecture about responsibility, and he just nods like a bobblehead. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What’s wrong with you, man?”

Torbay drivers warned of disruption ahead of drainage works