Megan Castricum Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

Stichting Oud-Castricum

Onze bistro is gelegen in het hart van Castricum aan de Dorpsstraat. Er is genoeg parkeer- gelegenheid en ook met het openbaar vervoer zijn wij makkelijk te bereiken. Wij zijn geopend .

We decide to grab a drink at this cozy café on de Korteweg. I order a beer, and Jeroen gets a soda. Classic. We’re catching up, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. But then, the waiter spills Jeroen’s soda all over the table. I’m dying laughing. Like, come on, man! Can’t a guy catch a break?

Scheme to re-introduce wild rabbits hopping along in Castricum