Anastasia Sint Oedenrode Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Sint-Oedenrode, right? You know, that chill little town in North Brabant. I was all set for a normal day, but nah, life had other plans.

Cutting two hectares of strawberry plants in one day