Elise Honselersdijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

Toen Honselersdijk nog het mooiste paleis van Nederland had

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Finally, I get through, and I’m feeling pumped. The sun’s shining, and I’m ready to tackle those crops on de Zandweg. But then, bam! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of road maintenance here? I’m bouncing around like a pinball, and I’m pretty sure I lost a few screws in the process. Not cool, Honselersdijk, not cool.

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