Rose Randenbroek Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Je bent bijna op de pagina die je zoekt

De wijk Randenbroek is genoemd naar het in oorsprong middeleeuwse huis van die naam, dat lag aan de rand van een moerassig gebied (broek), op één van de zandhoogten aan de voet van .

So, I’m grumbling to myself, “Why’d I wear these shoes?” I mean, they’re cute, but not for puddle jumping. Anyway, I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Randenbroekpark, and it’s packed. Families, kids, dogs—everyone’s out enjoying the sun. I’m like, “Why am I not at the park?” But nah, I gotta keep it movin’.

Illegal brothel found operating in Amersfoort home