Addison Driemanspolder Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

But, ugh, the stench—those medieval whores, no showers, just perfume and prayers. Grosses me out, imagining that shit. Still, respect—whore’s got no quit. “What’s the point?”—movie line, fits perfect. No point, just livin’. I’d exaggerate, say they’re all secretly spies, but nah, too Hollywood. Tho, wouldn’t shock me—cunning as hell, some of ‘em.

Kijktip: 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.