Baby's Bad Bull Ride

It wasn't why he came to study abroad, but it could have been alot worse and there were those gay prostitute traffickers in amsterdam and germany that were enough proof of it.

, , , , , , , , , , ,

Wandering Weres

You've been a little morose since we left amsterdam." "i know, but the funny thing is, i feel a little better about it now, though i detest being referred to as a soul eater. i have no desire to go around sucking people from their bodies."

, , , , , , , , , , , ,

Always Seen, But Never Known

It'd been taken by a fellow friend in the closet, who also brought his husband from amsterdam to celebrate their european marriage.

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

A Dramatic turn of events

A dramatic turn of events "guten abend liebe damen und herren, willkommen im ice nach köln, oberhauen und amsterdam. das bistro befindet sich in der mitte des zuges."

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Indigo Nights- Chapter 11: Paris

An old dog from amsterdam bet me this entire place. he hasn't been able to feel his face or set foot in france since," kamala says, adjusting the rose hair tied back under her cowboy style hat.

, ,

Invasion ch 8: Birthday Slaveprize

Though the cold had done something fierce to his body, that didn't stop him from continuing to lust after her, or indeed, anyone else that caught his eye like some amsterdam window displays of prostitutes.

, , , , , , , , ,

Indigo Nights- Chapter 14: London At The End Of Everything

It appears an old dog from amsterdam has spotted our pink panther in the crowd, and he's not happy." aarden wipes his eyes in his sleeves to turn back toward the arena, but quinn remains rooted in the same spot.

,

Misadventures of Ganymede Van Helsing - Ch.2

That's all the amsterdam hussy's influence! and where is the mother-figure for that bad seed?" "thanks daddy!" kas says in that sweet little kid voice, making his dad melt like a easily played fiddle. but mom? she was on to him now.

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Maranatha - Chapter XVIII - As Told By Nicky Marlowe

I'm not gonna come home to him tonight, and i'm not gonna take him to amsterdam and, fuck it, i don't want to fucking _be_ here any more. "relax," says a deep voice behind me, and a hand with hoofcapped fingers squeezes my shoulder.

, , , , , , , ,