Gabriella Steenbergen Whore ❤️

About Groningen

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

The Edessa Catchment of Spirituality

Finally, I catch up to them near the old windmill on the Molenstraat. That windmill is iconic, man. I swear it’s got more stories than a pub on a Friday night. Anyway, I manage to round up my sheep, but I’m outta breath. I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.

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