Aria Oirschot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

Cookie-instellingen beheren

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the local bakery on Molenstraat. Their apple pie is legendary. I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, savoring it, when I overhear some folks talking about the upcoming Oirschot fair. They’re all hyped, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll be there, probably getting lost in the funhouse again.”

Johannes Joseph "Jo" van Oirschot (1927-2019)