Elise Oirschot Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

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Meer over een duurzaam Oirschot. In de vroegte grasduinen door de Kampina Een moment van rust en bezinning in het oude centrum Verliefd worden op de Oude Toren Kom op bezoek .

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the local bakery on Molenstraat. Their apple pie is legendary. I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, savoring it, when I overhear some folks talking about the upcoming Oirschot fair. They’re all hyped, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll be there, probably getting lost in the funhouse again.”

Four Blue Devils Garner All-South Region Honors