Willow Ouddorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Surf Festival Ouddorp

First off, I hit up the local bakery on the Hoofdstraat. You know, the one with the best broodjes? I’m talking about those fresh rolls that make you wanna cry. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking disaster.

J&M Hameeteman (Ouddorp, NL): the new king of the speed races