Jasmine Heerlen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

Wie is de Wurger van Heerlen?

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my bratwurst is ruined, and I’m just standing there like a wet dog. I’m so mad! Why, Heerlen, why?

It's official - archaeologists have found a year 0 grave in Heerlen with a mysterious word engraved on it