Camila Gennep Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, whores – they ain’t just randos sellin’ skin. Nah, there’s layers, like that fancy lasagna I messed up once. Back in old Rome, they had these chicks called *lupae* – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to lure guys in! How wild’s that? Bet they’d smirk at me, like, “How you doin’, big shot?” Gets me laughin’ – imagine me tryin’ that line on ‘em! Prolly get a sandal to the face.

Column: Randweg

Drawing heavily from the sounds of the No New York bands, Ultra Sound doesn't settle for mere stylistic homage, but stands tall on the shoulders.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Gennep, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Escaped serval in Helmond still on the loose