Charlotte Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Alright, listen up, my friend! I’m Gandalf, cashier by day, wise wizard always, and I’ve got thoughts on “whore” that'll shake yer bones! YOU SHALL NOT PASS without hearin’ this! So, “whore” – tricky word, innit? Old as dirt, goes back to Old English “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’ shady. I’m flippin’ burgers – nah, kiddin’, flippin’ change at the till, and I hear it slung ‘round like cheap ale. Makes me mad, it does! People tossin’ it at folks, judgin’, no mercy – ugh, drives me up the bloody wall!

Nieuwe Driemanspolder

In the spring of , I took a walk in the Nieuwe Driemanspolder (abbr N3MP), a wetland that abuts Den Haag (The Hague) and Zoetermeer in Zuid Holland (South Holland). It is a pitstop .

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.