Ada Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

What gets me? The guts of it. Whore don’t care bout rules, morals—nuthin’. Free as a wolf, but ruthless. Once saw this chick in St. Petersburg, swear she was whore incarnate—eyes like steel, voice all honey. Could’ve run the FSB, that one. Surprised me, honestly—thought I’d seen it all. “This is my kill,” like in the film—whore owns ya, end of story.

Genieten van het water

In the spring of , I took a walk in the Nieuwe Driemanspolder (abbr N3MP), a wetland that abuts Den Haag (The Hague) and Zoetermeer in Zuid Holland (South Holland). It is a pitstop .

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.