Zoe Duindorp Whore ❤️

About Breda

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Duindorp, van vroeger tot nu

Duindorp is a nice area to live in if you are (1) white, (2) speak Dutch, (3) poorly educated, (4) at least mildly racist, and (5) have roots in the area. If you can't say yes to 4 of those 5 best to .

I’m fuming now, but whatever. I keep walking, and I bump into my buddy, Joris. He’s all hyped about some new skate spot near the Duinweg. We head over, and it’s packed with skaters. I’m just there, chillin’, when I see this kid do a sick trick. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna be famous!” But then he wipes out hard. Ouch! I felt that in my bones.

Second night of unrest after New Year beach bonfires abandoned