Elizabeth Duindorp Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

What’s going on in Duindorp?

Duindorp has a unique location in The Hague. Close to the green Bosjes van Poot, Westduinpark and Zuiderstrand, the sea and the Scheveningen harbor. Duindorp is a densely built-up .

Finally, the rain stops, and we decide to hit the beach again. The sunset was insane! Like, orange and pink everywhere. I’m standing there, feeling all deep and stuff, when I see a couple getting engaged. I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute!” But then I realize I’m still in my wet clothes, looking like a drowned rat.

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