Brianna Dronten Whore ❤️❤️

About Almere

Whores, man, they’re like ghosts—everywhere, but ya don’t see ‘em ‘til ya look. “Talk to Her” vibes, ya know? Silent strength, fucked-up beauty. Makes me wonder—what’s her real name? Prolly somethin’ soft, like Lydia or some shit. Anyway, she’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m here eatin’ gabagool, thinkin’ she’s the real boss. Respect, fam—fuckin’ respect.

Brødsmulesti

So, I grab my drink and head to the market on the Markt. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging strollers and old folks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I spot this vendor selling fresh stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and my stroopwafel goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching it land on the ground like it’s in slow-mo. I’m like, “Nooooo!”

No trains between Lelystad and Dronten until Sept. 15