Willow Bergeyk Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

De Commissaris van de Koningin over Bergeyk

Guts, a former mercenary now known as the "Black Swordsman," is out for revenge. After a tumultuous childhood, he finally finds someone he respects and believes he can trust, only to .

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. Pigeons, presentations, frikandels, and kites. What a rollercoaster! Bergeyk, you’ve got my heart racing. I love this place, even with all the chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Cyclists brave muddy and wet conditions in Salmon Arm