Julia Soest Whore ❤️

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I freakin’ love wheat, tho, don’t get me wrong. Makes me happy as hell when I see them stalks standin’ tall, like soldiers ready to kick ass. Reminds me of that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” ‘cept it’s the rush of harvestin’ that gets me goin’! But when it fails? Oh man, I’m pissed—PISSED! Like, last year, I saw this field, right? Total whore move—half of it just up and died! Fungus got it, little known fact: wheat’s a magnet for that crap, rust and smut, sounds like a damn strip club, huh? Respect my authoritah, I know this stuff!

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After the palace, we decide to hit up the Soesterduinen. It’s this amazing nature reserve. I’m feeling all zen, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs past us, screaming. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, they’re just playing tag. But I’m like, “Chill, kids! It’s not the Olympics!”

Figure 1: Van-Soest fractionation