Nova Bodegraven Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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After all that drama, I finally head home. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh at the day. Bodegraven, you’re a wild ride. From puddles to poffertjes, and everything in between. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in this quirky little town.

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