Mari Odijk Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

Me quirks kick in here—I’m thinkin’, could I manage a brothel? David Brent, pimp extraordinaire, struttin’ in, “Team, let’s up them KPIs—Kisses Per Idiot!” Hah! I’d be rubbish, too soft, prolly end up singin’ ‘em lullabies instead. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get me drift—whores got grit, mate. Surprised me how much they juggle, proper *Hurt Locker* tension every night.

Moestuin, vergaderen en trainen, catering

Odijk is een groen dorp met midden in het dorp het hervormde “Witte Kerkje”, de Sint Heribertkerk, dat eigenlijk het koor is van de veel grotere katholieke kerk die hier eerder stond. .

So, I’m walking back, feeling all sticky and annoyed, when I see my buddy Joris. He’s chilling by the fountain on the Markt. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!” He’s all ears, and I spill the whole saga. He’s cracking up, especially about the old dude. “You’re a hero, man!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just trying to survive Odijk!”

Parents tune their vowels to the emergence of children’s words