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Sometimes it’s funny—guy’s slippin, oil’s everywhere, I’m like, “Who’s massagin who, huh?” Sarcasm’s my jam—keeps it real. Timbuktu’s got that quiet power—“Life bends like reeds.” Sexual-massage bends me too—looser than a limp noodle! Pro tip—tell ‘em to hit that spot behind yer knees. Weird, but whoa—shivers, darlin!

Verwen jezelf overal en altijd

Finally, I head to the park near the Koepoortsweg. It’s a nice spot to chill. I plop down on the grass, and just as I’m about to sketch again, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I’m running for cover, laughing at the absurdity of it all. I duck under a tree, and there’s this cute dog just chilling there. We bond over the rain.

Van der Hoorn still battling back from concussion, seven months on