Ava Hoofddorp Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

“HONK IS WONEN MET DE WERELD AAN JE VOETEN”

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Finally, the train rolls in. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze in next to this lady who’s blasting her music. I mean, c’mon! I’m trying to vibe here, not join a concert. I’m thinking, “Why can’t people just use headphones?” But whatever, I’m just trying to get to the city.

Violent home invasion in Hoofddorp, two perpetrators on the run