Lauren Renkum Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

Amateur Hoeren?

But then, outta nowhere, my blaster jams. Ugh! I’m standing there, covered in dust, looking like a hot mess. I’m sweating bullets, and I’m like, “C’mon, not today!” I start banging on it, and my buddy Jeroen walks by. He’s like, “Dude, you good?” I’m like, “No, I’m not good! This thing’s possessed!”

The construction of the new White House, Dreyeroord starts this week