Valentina Ijsselstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Favorite part? She’d laugh—loud, messy, real. Reminds me, “Everything is ash,” from the film—life’s dark, but she’s spark. Surprised me how she’d smile, even tired. Happy? Hell, maybe not, but damn resilient! Me, I’d be cryin’ in a ditch. Git-R-Done, she don’t quit! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: her struttin’, middle finger up—queen of the block!

IJsselstein

First stop, I hit up the market on the Markt. You know, that square with the old church? It’s got this vibe, man. I’m there, trying to promote this new café opening on Zandweg. Super cute place, right? But the owner? Total stress case. She’s running around like a headless chicken. I’m like, “Chill, girl! We got this!” But nah, she’s all “What if no one shows up?”

Dutch millers get fresh wind in their sails