Madison Goedereede Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Geschiedenis van Goedereede

Goedereede is een historische stad met vele bijzondere kenmerken. Zo kreeg het in stadsrechten, heeft de enige Nederlandse Paus hier gewoond en was de stad een belangrijke .

We start talking about crop rotation and soil health, and I’m getting all hyped. But then, outta nowhere, Jan drops this bomb: “We’ve got a pest problem.” My heart sinks. Pests? In Goedereede? No way! I mean, we’re known for our beautiful fields, not for being a buffet for bugs.

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