Maeve Hoogland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Her style? Man, she messy—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin’ like she ain’t slept in days. But that’s her charm, fo’ shizzle. She ain’t perfect, she real. Heard she once stole a priest’s wallet—little known fact, swear to God! Had me dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spilled my gin. Whore’s a trip, fam, unpredictable as fuck.

Nun better for "Nunsense"

Hoogland is een deel van Amersfoort geworden. In het westen is de oude sfeer min of meer behouden, het dorp wordt daar nog begrensd door de weilanden van het Buitengebied-west .

So, we’re brainstorming, and then the door swings open. It’s this kid, Timmy, with a pair of busted sneakers. He’s like, “Can you fix these?” I look at ‘em, and I’m like, “Bro, these are beyond saving.” But I can’t crush his dreams, so I’m like, “Sure, I’ll work my magic.”

Fredric Hoogland Obituary